Good morning Reader, Welcome to the 39th issue of The FAM. I’m writing to you at 4:38 a.m. Eastern time from the parking lot of a Buc-ee’s in Calhoun, Georgia—just 90 minutes before this lands in your inbox. Yesterday morning, I got the not-so-surprising news that my mother’s health had taken what we believe is the final turn for the worse. She is beginning her final journey here with us. In the hours that followed, I rolled the RV out of storage, threw a summer’s worth of clothes in the…
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Good morning Reader— And welcome to the twelfth issue of The FAM. One morning, I was walking alone in Denver. It was quiet—the kind of morning stillness that invites something deeper to come to the surface. And that morning, it did. I was hit with a question that so many people struggle with. I know I did. What am I searching for? I wasn’t asking myself what I should want. I wasn’t concerned with what others expected of me. But I reflected on what I, at my very core, was truly yearning for….
Good morning Reader— And welcome to the twelfth issue of The FAM. One morning, I was walking alone in Denver. It was quiet—the kind of morning stillness that invites something deeper to come to the surface. And that morning, it did. I was hit with a question that so many people struggle with. I know I did. What am I searching for? I wasn’t asking myself what I should want. I wasn’t concerned with what others expected of me. But I reflected on what I, at my very core, was truly yearning for….
Good morning Reader— And welcome to the twelfth issue of The FAM. One morning, I was walking alone in Denver. It was quiet—the kind of morning stillness that invites something deeper to come to the surface. And that morning, it did. I was hit with a question that so many people struggle with. I know I did. What am I searching for? I wasn’t asking myself what I should want. I wasn’t concerned with what others expected of me. But I reflected on what I, at my very core, was truly yearning for….
