A one-post whirlwind through two and a half months, including what it's been like as an "empty nester" (oof, I hate that term...), a peek at the ongoing Larksome Goods project, how Peloton saved my life and changed our work at Kindred Place, and a few other things, including reading and recipe (ish) links.
The complicated idea of "home" is something I think about quite often, and sometimes, increasingly often, with a tiny hint of clarity. But that clarity is fleeting and hard to hold onto in the bumper-car surprises of modern reality, especially here in Memphis.
Simple idea, always worth repeating: The first step in solving a problem is getting the problem statement right.
Short version, if you're pressed for time: Quit trying to shore up your weaknesses. Do what you're already good at doing, and build mutually-beneficial relationships with people who are good at doing complementary things.
Caring for one another, across generations and identities, is a human survival skill, an early evolutionary differentiator that is increasingly endangered by our allowing fear and doubt to cloud the path ahead.
When I was in 4th grade, in 1975, my mother started having a self-described "mid-life crisis" that lasted several years. She sought help through counseling and reading, and one of the books she read was a wildly popular bestseller that I'd dismissed, until now.
Today's idea: Words are like clothes.
Short version? A friend invited me to escape for a little while, and I said yes. And even though (a blessedly mild case of) COVID came home with me, it was a transformative trip for which I'm eternally grateful.