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When One Thing Was Enough

“Maybe I shouldn’t go out today,” my husband said. He had been coughing on and off all morning. “Sure. You don’t have to. You can just...

A Simple Reset: I Followed the Morning Instead

“I didn’t want to get to the newsroom too early,” my husband said when he joined me at the café. I was sitting by the...

A Simple Reset: I Heard the Wind Again

“Come have lunch.” My husband was in his study, looking at his phone. The rest of us had already eaten. He came out a little later and...

At Some Point, the Rhythm Took Over

“Why are you so bad at writing if you’re a journalist? My brother writes really well.” It was almost thirty years ago. I had just had my...

A Simple Reset: I Was Already Living Through Dinner

I enjoyed my morning in a café near my home, drinking a hot Americano and organizing ideas for an hour. When I came home, I...

A Simple Reset: Just Trying It

"Next week is course registration." My daughter smiledas she lookedout the bus window. "I've alreadyset an alarm. I don't wantto miss my chanceagain." I smiled back. "Already?It's that time...

A Simple Reset: More Than a Café

"It was too hot for a Par 3 course. How about checking out a café owned by a reporter I know?" My husband suggested. Before we left, I searched for a restaurant nearby. If...

A Simple Reset: Maybe My Feet Were Enough

"Isn't it hot? Want to drive to the beach?" my daughter asked with a smile. I paused. I had spentmore than six hourson the highway yesterday. I had also...

A Simple Reset: I Thought Thinking Was the Opposite of Sensing

A few days earlier, I had spent far too longlooking for my carin the parking lot. The car had been there all along. If I had walked just a little...

A Simple Reset: The Pressure to Get It Right

A Message I Didn't Open I was sitting in a clinic,waiting for my appointment. There were onlya couple of minutes left. Then my phone buzzed. A governmentelectronic documenthad...

A Simple Reset: When I Stopped Chasing Perfection

This morning, I sat by the window at my favorite café. The rain had finally stopped. The sky was clear, and a cool breezedrifted in. While organizing ideasfor future...

A Simple Reset: Old Patterns Never Feel Old

This morning, I walked to my carto drive to my favorite café. As I reachedthe parking lot, I smiled. I had parked in almost the exact same spotas...
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