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

I was telling a friend how I had started adding more protein to my diet. Before I could even finish explaining - alongside the fiber and good fats I've always prioritized - he laughed. "Oh, so you're on the protein train now!" I felt myself pause. The protein train? The one where people are consuming 130, 150, sometimes 200 grams a day? Where protein becomes the entire conversation about nutrition? 🌿 Before you stop reading because this sounds like a nutrition piece - it's n

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

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,

I was staring at a team building poster the other day – you know the kind, with bold letters declaring "There's no I in TEAM." And while I nodded along with the sentiment, something else caught my attention: if you rearrange those same letters, you can spell "Me." That realization stopped me in my tracks. Not because it undermines the value of teamwork, but because it illuminates something we often miss: teams need individuals who feel valued, who have purpose, who find meani

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