I keep seeing glimpses of something I deeply want to believe: that we're more connected than divided, that communication could bring us together. I see it in moments when someone reaches across difference with genuine curiosity. When people hold their convictions strongly while still extending compassion to those who see things differently. When someone says "I don't agree with you, but I hear you." Those moments remind me it's possible. And then I watch how we actually commu

On January 2nd, I got an email with the subject line: "Already struggling with your New Year's resolutions?" Day two. Thirty-six hours into the new year and someone's marketing algorithm had already decided I'd failed. It made me laugh at first. But then I kept thinking about it. Because if something genuinely matters to you—if you're truly connected to it—does it fall apart in two days? Real resolution doesn't require constant willpower. It emerges from connection. From know

I was checking out at a store recently, still wearing a fleece I'd just had on for an appointment. The cashier complimented it, and I found myself telling her something I'd been rejoicing in for the past month: "I've had this for twenty years, but I've only worn it a handful of times until this season." For two decades, I looked at this fleece as a jacket—something for crisp autumn days when the weather required outerwear but hadn't yet demanded a real coat. The problem was,

As I write this, we're entering the season that's supposed to be about connection. Thanksgiving dinners, holiday gatherings, year-end celebrations with family and friends. Norman Rockwell paintings showing tables full of laughter, homes filled with warmth, communities coming together in joy. This is the time, we're told, when we belong. But here's what I've been noticing lately - a pattern in how conversations actually go, or don't go. A friend suggests I watch a video about

In the past few days, two seemingly unrelated experiences had one thing in common - which led me to a bigger question about who decides what's real anymore. First, an article about detecting AI-generated content. Look for em dashes, it advised. Blue diamond bullet points. Particular word patterns. I've used em dashes for years. I hunted down those blue diamonds because I love color. My word choices have always been unconventional. Then a talk show caller insisted some public

Halloween is dead. Well, not yet, but I'm already grieving it. It's October 29th, and I'm making breakfast thinking about how much I'm going to miss this season once it's over. I do this every year. Start mourning Halloween before it's even happened. And the big box stores aren't helping. I went in early October and half their glorious 10-foot ghouls and macabre displays had already been shoved aside for Santa and his relentlessly cheerful elves. Can we not? I love Halloween,

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Have you ever felt exhausted by the constant pressure to choose sides? A year ago, I found myself thinking about something that had been bothering me for a while. Everywhere I looked – in wellness advice, news headlines, social media debates – everything was becoming increasingly black and white. You're either thriving or failing. You follow THE perfect morning routine or you're doing it wrong. You're on this side or that side, right or wrong, good or bad. But life isn't that

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