Back at it.

Morning meditation. Peace.

The sun is breaking through so brightly, so clearly. The heat is coming.

When your 15-year-old compliments you, then you know it’s legit.

Making the drop-off loop and forgetting to circle back into town for that cup of decaf.

You could just tell the truth.

The thing is that there is a plan.

The questions that I ask myself.

Hanger steak and creamed spinach always go over well.

So much laughter at the dinner table. Sometimes, a table full of teenagers is the best—only two more years of this.