The van is in the driveway, the crumbs of many Happy Meals and the sand of Lake Michigan ground deeply into its carpeted floors. The oil is long overdue for a change. The entry way of the house is piled high in suitcases, duffel bags, discarded flip flops and portable baby beds. There is a two week backlog of mail…
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Twenty Years of Stories
This is the archive: two decades of questions, lessons, and moments worth writing down. I don't publish here much anymore, but I do still write about my life today, what I'm up to, travel, family, work insights, and more. If you want the current stuff, that's what the newsletters are for and I'd love for you to subscribe.
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