Our house is on the market, we’re preparing to move 45 minutes south, it’s the height of tax season, and Mike can’t lift anything while he waits for hernia surgery. On top of that, my 93‑year‑old father is recovering from a severe fall, and my heart is stretched across the world as people I love navigate frightening, unfamiliar events. In all of this, the practices that usually ground me — writing, reading, reflection — have been harder to reach. Some days it feels like the world is rushing by faster than I can move. I know I’m not the only one carrying a lot right now. If you’re in a season that feels heavy, disorienting, or simply full, you’re welcome to bring that here. This community is a place to show up as you are, steady, scattered, hopeful, overwhelmed, or anything in between. What’s on your plate today, and how are you holding it?

It’s been nearly fifteen years since I last sat across from my dear friend. The last time we were together, we were both in hard places, tired, stretched thin, carrying more than we could say out loud. Our conversations were heavy, honest, tear‑stained. It was a difficult moment to part, and for a long time I wondered if that was simply where the story would end. But this week, nearly fifteen years older, with more life lived and survived, we found our way back to each other. We acknowledged the hard years, yes, but more importantly, we remembered the joy. We caught each other up on the chapters we’d missed. We shared a meal. I met the older sister I had only ever known by name. He met my husband. We talked about the world, about family, about the strange and beautiful ways life keeps moving. And somehow, time felt irrelevant. We picked up exactly where we left off, as if the thread between us had never frayed. Before we parted, we made plans for the next meeting. This time in India, at his home, where we’ll celebrate our friendship again and tell the stories that have unfolded since this reunion. I know I’ll carry the anticipation with me, just as I did all those years ago. And if life allows, his sisters and my husband will be there too, and we’ll gather as we once did, older, softer, grateful. Friendship has a way of reminding us that some connections don’t disappear; they simply wait for us to return. If you’re holding a story of reconnection, of longing, of someone who remains woven into your life even across distance, I’d love to hear what’s stirring for you today.

🚿 The water heater hasn’t been getting the water very hot this week, so we’ve all been taking those quick, bracing, “character‑building” showers. Thankfully, the issue is fixed now. But the whole thing reminded me of something my grandmother used to say: “Now make sure and wash your 13 areas.” When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time on my grandparents’ farms; one in East Tennessee, one in West Tennessee. At the end of long days running wild, my grandmother would send us in to shower one at a time before dinner. There were six of us grandkids, and there was always some kind of shenanigan happening somewhere on that farm. No one wanted to miss anything, so showers were… let’s just say, not our top priority. Sometimes we’d go in the shower with dried dirt and come out with mud. Not because there wasn’t hot water, but because we were rushing to get back to whatever chaos we were sure was unfolding without us. Looking back, I’m pretty sure her “13 areas” rule was her version of an 80‑and‑go strategy. We didn’t have to be spotless. We just had to be reasonably clean. And in our little kid brains, the challenge of finding thirteen different “areas” to wash slowed us down just enough to get the job done. 🥰 It makes me smile now; how her simple, practical wisdom worked better than any lecture ever could. A gentle nudge toward “good enough,” wrapped in a bit of mystery and a whole lot of love. This got me thinking: What are the modern versions of “wash your 13 areas” that we use now. You know, those small, clever ways we help ourselves (and each other) do what needs doing without making it harder than it has to be?

I don't know about you but it's been some kind of March and I would love to hear from you if you are planning to participate in book club this Saturday. Don't worry if you haven't read the chapters. It's more important to be together and talk about what's on our minds than to have "finished an assignment". Let us know if you are planning to attend.