Time stewardship is knowing how to pay attention. It’s recognizing the value in being “idle and blessed.”

I set a goal and I failed at it.

We’re out there trying to use a fishing pole to take down a kraken.

No matter how far I go, how long I wait, my steps don’t turn into the magical, percussive beat of language coming to life in my head.

Though they didn’t necessarily first come out in 2021, these are the books that captivated me over the past year.

I didn’t make any resolutions for 2021. I knew right from the start—we all did, really—that it was going to be a year full of uncertainty.

Does my life look any more like this vision board than it did one year ago? Maybe.

There’s a place I see when I close my eyes. It’s at the end of a cobblestone alley, up a set of crumbling stairs …

The way we collectively define value is arbitrary and the way we attach that value to compensation is broken.

There are very few events I dread more than a cocktail party.

Morning pages work well for a lot of people. They don’t work for me.

#myslowcity is a hashtag, there to remind us that slow living is a choice, not a location…

We have a tendency to define creativity as something that belongs to a certain class of people who wear flowy dresses and put on gallery shows, but it’s not true.

I wake up sans alarm, stretch a bit, do some skin care, and get dressed before doing a few basic upstairs chores…

Every day, for more than a decade now, I’ve been tracking what I wear.

Slow living absolutely can be staying home and reading a book, but it doesn’t have to be.

I love the energy of new beginnings and the beautiful potential of blank notebooks, sharp pencils, and pristine day planners.

Moving forward from the specter of 2020 with all its losses and disappointments, seems the perfect time to focus on the good in life.

For the past twenty-three years I’ve had one hard and fast holiday rule: no traveling for Christmas. This year, I’ll be far from alone.