I went to hear Lech Wałęsa speak and was deeply moved — at 82 he remains sharp, funny, and urgent about the responsibilities we share in defending freedom. His story reminded me that real change often begins with a single … Read More
I always thought I’d mastered the peanut butter and jelly sandwich — my old reliable comfort. But when my friend served me a grilled PB&J, it transformed everything: the bread crisped, the filling melted, and suddenly my lifelong staple felt … Read More
I pedaled 45 minutes each way to Costco — yes, that Costco — mostly to get some exercise and to show up differently than everyone else pushing oversized carts. Inside, I walked among bewildered shoppers, completed a hearing test, and … Read More
I recently scheduled my yearly check‐up expecting a full, thoughtful exam—but instead got a rushed 30‐minute appointment where none of the outside medical records I painstakingly sent ahead had been reviewed, my list of 21 priorities wasn’t touched, and preventative … Read More
I traveled with my kids this week to Interlaken, New York, to finally place a gravestone for my mother, who died in 1992 without any memorial service, obituary, or public acknowledgment. It was a moment both overdue and deeply meaningful—I … Read More
I found myself on a warm Colorado evening, lounging on a patio just south of Denver, when Jeff transformed a quiet dinner into an absurd battlefield by casually busting out a Bug-A-Salt rifle—table salt as ammo—and shooting down flies like … Read More
I see dandelions not as pesky weeds, but as bright and resilient wildflowers that bring joy whether they’re glowing yellow or drifting as seedheads on the breeze. To me, they’re more than beautiful—they’re edible, medicinal, rich in nutrients, vital for … Read More
I marvel at how pickleball has exploded from a simple backyard pastime into a national obsession—with televised pro leagues, major sponsors, even star athletes like John McEnroe and Andre Agassi picking up paddles, and talk of potential Olympic status. Yet … Read More
I’ve long adored Dairy Queen—its reliable presence, human interaction, and mint-chocolate-chip Blizzard charm me every time. But on a recent visit in Mississippi, I was disappointed to discover they’d dropped the fish sandwich, a seasonal omission that shook my pedestal-level … Read More
I spent a few nights in a charmingly rustic cabin loft belonging to my childhood friend, where navigating the steep stairs at night became a real challenge—until he handed me a glass jar “just in case.” Using it felt absurdly … Read More
