Dispatches from the Luminous Web

That's just the way it is.

I have never in my life accepted that as a reason to keep doing a thing. Not once. Not when I was eight years old and certainly not ...

I’ve loved journals and notebooks since I was little. I still remember the first Trapper Keeper that I got from the Tooth Fairy, it was a faux lace gray with ki...

On building a business that doesn't cost you your life

I stood beside the river, my fingers trailing in the cold water. When I lifted my hand, golden threads s...

Social media is optional. Integrity isn’t.

I’ve been thinking a lot about tools lately.

Not notebooks and pens. Although I do love a good journal store wander...

A field guide to the soulwork of reconnection

I was driving along the coast of Maine when I noticed something shift in me. The fog moved softly through the tre...

How a report card, a Marine, and a ruined weekend shaped everything I teach today

Report card day!
I loved it—until I didn’t.

As I slid the report card out of ...