
08/25/2025
This is not my spot.
I don't shine in pretty pink and teal squares. I don't tell stories that fit well in clipped text boxes. (More than one reason I dropped the journalism degree.)
I'd rather have you at the dining room table, seated between my father's newspaper stack and my daughter's latest painting.
I'd rather hear from you first. I gave plenty to say but I want to speak to YOU, for you.
So, while we deepen our learning rhythm after the play of summer - tell me. Tell me what you would say at the dining room table when I ask how you are and what you wish you could change. My inbox is open.
Feel free to wave hi in the comments - like you might find us still out in the hammock with a book.
This space could be social if you let it. ;)