Our stories matter.

This is the place where I explore stories, looking for wisdom about how to live, love, and leave with no regrets. 

I’m not an expert but I am curious. I’ve got a flashlight, spare batteries, and I’m using this place to leave a brave and honest map.

Jule Kucera

Want an honest window to the challenges of life?

This is the place where I explore stories, looking for wisdom about how to live, love, and leave with no regrets. 

I don’t have all the answers, but I’ve got a flashlight and I’m using this place to leave a brave and honest map.

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Death Benefits

Audio: Death Benefits I set up my will so that none of the beneficiaries benefit if any of them die first. The dead person’s share …

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You Stole From Me!

Audio: You Stole From Me! “You stole from me!” I would recognize that voice and the anger if I were drugged, or asleep, or ninety-one …

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Money is Here Now

Audio: Money is Here Now The day after I wrote last week’s post, I thought I would start going back in time, to the 1800s, …

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Hard Times & Hope Podcast

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A Year of Podcasting

A Year of Podcasting When I started podcasting, I committed to doing it for a year and then deciding if I wanted to continue or …

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Alex DiPalma: Caring when there isn’t much else you can do

Hard Times & Hope Podcast, episode 27 Alexandra DiPalma and her partner Kenya moved from New York City to Mexico City. But soon after they …

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Sana Fayyaz: A mother birthed by her daughter

Hard Times & Hope Podcast, episode 26 Sana Fayyaz grew up in Pakistan and then moved with her family to the United States as a …

Do we have things in common?

To find out, how would you answer these questions?
(My answers are “Yes!”)

  • Are you curious?
  • Have people told you that you’re strong?
  • Have you loved… and have you lost?
  • Do you believe in getting better?

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