Emotions then Numbers
Maybe we can think of 125 things Mom means to us—one for each day of this year so far—before we drift off under the Chicago sky, where city lights dim the stars.
My Mind: Putting the Stoics to Practice
My mind is the only thing I can control. Clarity around this concept is everything in crisis and chaos. It’s both liberating and centering.
Hero in My Works
If you have a hero-in-my-works in your life, please know that we wear a cape to justify ourselves and feel worthy, AND we do big things because we love you.
The Breezeway
The breezeway and creaking swing are long gone. I remember very few specific words exchanged over that slab of covered concrete. New birds fill the air with song, different crickets fuss at night, but the sanctity of those shared moments in the breezeway lingers.
A Red Tractor
The determination of her son’s heart gave her four decades of story-telling joy. My heart is happy to be able to share the story again. And what joy to be able to stand even today on that same hill and remember a little red tractor, a box of tools, and a determined little boy.
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