One of my favorite hymns is, “Here I am, Lord”. When I was a kid, I loved the catchy tune and loved singing along, even though I didn’t fully understand its meaning. Now I understand—thanks to my rock star pastor—that this hymn was inspired by scripture in 1 Samuel 3:4 (and Isaiah 6:8, but we are just focusing on 1 Samuel for now, so bear with me).

When I was a little girl, I would sit at the player pianos in my grandparents’ houses (yes, both sets of my grandparents had player pianos, and they also lived across the street from each other) and play and play.

Last week my Grandma Barb would have been 107 years old. I dedicated my second book to her—as well as to my other grandmother, Grandma Joyce—and noted how I like to think I am a good mix of the two.

Looking forward to having my dear friend Peter on my podcast. Peter was the best man in our wedding, and he and I are going to discuss adult friendships.

On this side of death, we simultaneously hold so very many “both/ands.” My colleague and dear friend Jill had a conversation with me about grief, and how we constantly hold both grief and joy (and a bazillion emotions, thoughts, and feelings in between).