I can’t remember the last time I regularly did something I was this bad at.

The courts at Tom Sawyer Park are full and it’s a Sunday morning. The air is sticky. I see my sister walking in the parking lot towards me with her racket. We’ve been meeting here every Sunday for the last 6 weeks. There’s something very humbling about playing tennis for the first time…

It's been raining off and on for weeks.

I finally wandered into the garden today after a few days away, unsure of what I would find. Client work has kept me busy lately, and somewhere between long production days, emails, deadlines, and life, I hadn't realized it had already been a week since I'd last walked the paths between the raised beds.

Everything was different…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how quickly a season can pass. And this past season has felt like a turning point in a quiet, steady way.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how work changes—not all at once, but gradually, almost without announcing itself. The same…