I don't think we are ever prepared
Dear , When I was doing my doctorate in Minnesota, I lived in a senior apartment complex. It wasn’t unusual for me to…
Read issue →The Untold Story
Aye yai yai , "I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” she told me, her voice shaking. “No matter what I say, no matter…
Read issue →Throwback moment
Dear , Today I found an old picture of my younger brother and I. Here we are at the installation banquet for the…
Read issue →This Week: The Roadmap Through Darkness
Hey , Two weeks ago I wrote about restoration. Last week, about the architecture of resilience. This week, I'll share…
Read issue →In honour of my father…
Dear , Six years ago, I lost my father to cancer. Lost is a relative term, though — I am still deeply connected to…
Read issue →The Bench Beyond the Fog
The Bench Beyond the Fog She walked until the air shifted. The path behind her had vanished, swallowed by mist. Trees…
Read issue →Transforming weight into grace
, Last week I told you about restoration. This week, I share another thought. Standing beneath those same towering…
Read issue →You don't have to prove anything
Hey , You don't have to carry it all alone. Reach out. There is someone waiting to help you. Let's chat for a few…
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