4/7/26 I dragged myself to the gym the other morning, feeling tired, a bit dull and listless. At the co-housing community where I live, the gym faces west, with a sweeping mountain view just beyond the courtyard. As I walked in, the weight room was calling me. Yet I found myself drifting toward the windows—some small act of conscious procrastination. I glanced out into the courtyard and stopped. There, just below, was the memorial shrine created for Loretta, a longtime member

Photo on Unsplash by Amanda Sofia Pellenz 1/15/26 One of my dear friends has an uncanny knack for sending me comedy clips at exactly the moments I need them most. My sister does this too. And then there’s one of my neighbors—someone I walk with early in the morning once or twice a week. During these walk-and-talks, we sometimes share what’s currently challenging us in life… and more often than not, we end up laughing our asses off at how ridiculous the mind can be—making pro

In this faster than our blink-of-an-eye culture, it tenderizes my heart to come across the phrase, “live the dash.” According to the...