The Pansies Are Blooming
This weekend, I noticed something small. The pansies are blooming. Their purple and yellow faces were tucked into garden beds,
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This weekend, I noticed something small. The pansies are blooming. Their purple and yellow faces were tucked into garden beds,
Last Thursday marked seven years since John died. Seven years feels like a number that should mean something. Long enough
When someone we love dies, we expect to miss them. What often catches us off guard is how much we
Groundhog Day has become shorthand in our culture for sameness. It’s the same day, repeated over and over, like Bill
For a long time, I thought living fully meant doing more. More productivity. More commitments. More ways to be useful,
As the holiday season approaches, I find myself reflecting on the idea of firsts after a loss, meaning the first
Today I’m heading out on a fall road trip. It’s a scenic drive to Yellowstone National Park, with a stop
“Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around, he leaves an awful hole,