One of my earliest memories—I was probably 4 or 5—is a chilly evening. For some reason outside of my childhood concern, my parents had a giant pile of gravel in front of our house. I was sitting on top of this with my Dad and my little brother staring up at the clear...

I’ve been thinking a lot about growth lately. How beautiful things come from periods of seeming inactivity. Sleep allows our bodies to rest, grow and heal. Rainy days that keep us inside, water the tiny seeds that become bright, beautiful flowers. 2020 was a year...

Can we talk about mental health for a minute? I know, it isn’t “mental health day” or “mental health month”, but do we really need a day or a month to talk about something that in a normal year affects each and every one of us? Not to mention we’re not living in a...