Most people think care is a feeling. It isn’t. It’s a discipline — the quiet, unglamorous work of showing up where the world looks away. The ones who matter don’t rush to fix or judge. They sit in the mud with you until your eyes adjust. They bring a...
A little Duck Duck Goose! There are days when the ego cards get stacked in ways I can’t control. Not by merit. Not by skill. Just stacked. I’m handed a scenario that feels unwinnable, or at least engineered to be.
Hansel and Gretel Some stories only reveal their true shape when you return to them with older eyes. Hansel and Gretel is one of those stories for me. As a child, I inherited the faith‑polished version: the witch as hellfire,
Literacy isn’t always limited to reading Every so often, a conundrum wanders across the asylum between my ears and refuses to leave quietly. The latest one arrived through a familiar doorway: someone encountering information that didn’t fit their existing frame
As Ellucian Live Is Closing: The Reckoning and the Work A post crossed my feed this week — Simon Sinek noting that people don’t need my polished certainty; they need what I’m actually learning. That landed with the kind of
Charlize Theron – Retelling her lived experience – weapons/violence as a 15 year old girl As a Dad and ever observant – this hits hard Walking through the Browning Museum in Ogden on Saturday, I felt the old muscle memory
Attitude when things are going well and ego wants to take credit. Both handles keep you from grabbing the wrong thing when life swings wide.
That hive rule is just the Golden Rule in work clothes — the whittled‑down heart of the commandments, the part Jesus said mattered most. Treat others as you’d treat yourself. Everything else is scaffolding.
A heart that’s been broken is a heart that’s been loved. One line from a song, but it names something I keep circling back to: grief doesn’t follow rules. It doesn’t care about your training cycle, your calendar, or the









