Chicago. The first place that really felt like home.
Retracing old steps in Chicago this week has forced me to traverse bittersweet nostalgia. I wasn’t excited to move here years ago, but now this city means so much to me. It brought back waves of memories of times spent and growth experienced. It also brought a sense of desperate longing to pause time.
Significant response
Why do we devalue “small” responses to “big” problems like poverty and homelessness? Is it actually our own way of feeling absolved of responsibility as we walk or drive by those in need?
Becoming the boss of my own busyness
Reflecting on busyness and its insidious ability to distract