At least it’s not Waltonia
Proof that sometimes the worst weekends make the best stories.
Self-Knowledge
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The fishing trip
A quiet Saturday, three old friends, and a borrowed set of fishing poles. We didn’t catch a thing, but somehow, everything changed.
The golden rule of driving
For anyone who’s ever yelled “Unbelievable!” at a stranger and then immediately missed their own exit.
How to be a know-it-some
A few lessons from a recovering know-it-all on listening more, knowing less, and liking life better that way.
The first time my son looked down at me
He used to fit in my arms. Now he looks down at me. But I’ve learned that growing up isn’t something only kids do.
The watch party incident
A reluctant host, a World Cup, and unexpected joy—how soccer watch parties turned one solo fan into a social convert. Sometimes, company makes all the difference.
A short guide to falling down gracefully
Courage doesn’t always look heroic. Sometimes it’s just a kid at a roller rink who refuses to stay down.
The balloon and the walnut
At a funeral filled with grief, a single line of humor reminded everyone that love and laughter often share the same seat.
Buf, Buf
A late-night farewell, a phrase that meant everything and nothing, and the quiet luck of having someone worth missing.
Virtue begins at the coffee maker
Patience isn’t glamorous. It’s the quiet art of not losing your mind while your coffee brews. Turns out, virtue tastes a lot like Newman’s Own Extra Bold.