“What brings you to town?” was the question I continued to hear over the past month.

The other day while sitting at a cafe, I found myself staring at a laptop on the table next to mine while the person had stepped away for a moment. I couldn’t help it.

There’s something magical about being tucked away in the mountains of Chile, surrounded by friends both old & new.

I can still picture my first bike. 

My four year old nephew adores planes. 

When my candle is used to help light yours, mine doesn’t get any less dim but rather there is now more brightness in our world

The longer you hold the pose, the more it reveals your weaknesses.

I had a long conversation with a close friend recently. She was calling from Europe, and I’m in Australia.

My mom called me yesterday, complaining about a home renovation project they are knee-deep in.

‘I’ll shower on it and get back to you.’

I went to turn on the car, and then realized I was sitting in the passenger seat.

Often children stories we think are helpful for children, but watching Inside Out recently was a reminder of how much more relevant the children stories can be for adults,

The bright green base was no bigger than the size of my hand.

It was three years ago this past week that I had moved spontaneously to Portugal, without much thought, without knowing anyone and without a plan. 

The destination was a Michelin star restaurant that stood quietly alone near the top of the Swiss Alps, but I had no idea that’s where we were going until I got there.