Some lessons you learn once. Others you learn all month long.
The month of eras: skiing, skating, cooking, and finally putting on my own oxygen mask first.
Made magic, got pneumonia, learned things. In that order.
November: The Month That Asked for Grace
Updates from the family, the inbox, and whatever time zone I’m in today.
This summer operated on its own physics.
June brought more time on the coast, camp drop-offs, and the kind of chaos I oddly enjoy.
The month I learned scree fields are a metaphor for everything.
When timing has both a sense of humor and perfect aim.
Mom mode, founder hustle, and the Mexican sun!
Embracing the climb, both literal and metaphorical.
January is proof that time is just a construct.
