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Originally Published Via newsletter on 8/5/2025 I’ve been thinking a of writing a series of good morning letters in honor of my mom, who was Yelp before there…
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Originally Published Via newsletter on 8/5/2025 I’ve been thinking a of writing a series of good morning letters in honor of my mom, who was Yelp before there…

I’ve been pondering the value of credentialing and validation for someone to get recognized for mastery in action, but have personally not chased either; preferring instead to practice…

When I was 16, a defecting nun came to stay with us. She was young and full of verve and vigor. She had been running the church-y teenager…

As a mom of a 12 and 15 year old, I often get to hear pissy words about fairness. Last week’s rollick of a road trip, there were…

No matter how outraged you feel, or how erudite your arguments against Social Security cuts, NIH cuts, Veteran’s care cuts, National Parks pillaging, yanking legal immigrants off the…

Not everyone grew up with the privilege of taking Hope for granted. Hope is a thing of children, even in rough places. It’s a thing of the child…

I shouldn’t be happy when my 15 year old daughter is home sick, but I am. I delight in getting to take care of her because there are…

Some days I walk through the woods and wonder “what is nature telling me today?” The answers are always simple. Nature tells me that old needles fall off,…

It’s Sunday morning in America1 and the texts from family & friends are coming in. “How can we get through?”“I’m freaking out inside.”“It’s like the last day before…

I love the term orientation. It’s connected to my past and my future. And now all at once. The days I choose to orient around “love” or “hope,”…

Or, taking a NASA mission personally Thanks NASA–Love me a fun 404 error. I have to admit, when The Deep Impact Mission ran an impactor probe into a…

AKA pulling apart a piece of art, with some web-weaving via inappropriate footnoting. This entire piece is about a rapidly made Instagram reel (with high hopes of it…