dear friend,

Won't my childhood trauma affect my kids?

How can friends help us out of a jam?

How can a mom's never-giving-up love be there for her son whether he chooses the streets or is ready for a life change?

Where does human creativity fit in a world where AI can do it for us?

I spent the last two days trying to get into an Amazon locker. I wonder if it stayed locked on purpose.

Can the hard truth also be loving?

How is my life lining up? Do my thoughts, words, and actions match up with the person I am called to be?

How can we get a long-term perspective on another rough morning?