In response to the past few Sundays’ messages, several people have replied, asking, “Are you okay?” I am, but I’m not. No, that’s not right. I’m not, but I am. There’s been another reminder that...

I like words, but I also like images. Sometimes images serve me better. This is something I drew a few years ago: It reminds me that while the seed is in the soil, when it looks like nothing is...

While searching for the right email address to request an extension for my mother's taxes, I stumbled across my Sunday email from March 15, 2020. I had sent it to my CPA and he had written back,...

In the Five Wishes document, when we got to the part about mom’s ‘final resting place,’ I asked if she still wanted to be at Shadow Lake, where she’d lived for 42 years. She shook her head ‘no’ and...

On the subject of her eventual and inevitable death, my mom has historically been avoidant or contentious. Other than “I want to be cremated and I don’t want a funeral,” it was hard to find out what...

Last Sunday, thanks to a conversation in the StoryJoules Mastery course, I hunted for something I had written about sea anchors. Turns out it was one of these Sunday emails, from July 2020. Since it...