I love the swings. “Higher!” I would yell to my dad, whose job it was to keep the swing in motion. At its highest—the moment before it...

I love old recipe books, with the infusion of smells made by the ingredients splashed on the pages, the yellowed edges, trying to read around the vanilla stain to decide if it’s one or two teaspoons, and how words like 'lard' and 'sugar' were used with such abandon. 

This mindset often takes center stage through vision boards, five-year plans, and lofty goals. And while those have their place, we risk losing sight of the moments that make those dreams possible. It's the everyday actions we sometimes overlook that pave the way for success. In our pursuit of achievement, we sometimes forget to prepare for the moment it finally comes.

“Crack! Wham!" an acorn came crashing down as I walked beneath the oak trees that shaded my path.

Mr. Rogers loved all of us "just the way we are." His words of encouragement and philosophy of kindness reflected his unconditional,

My dad was magical. He could cut a string in half and then magically restore it to its original one-piece state. He filled a glass with...

Covid was the last straw. It had been a relentless three years full of the trials that “make you stronger.” Only I wasn’t stronger. A few...