The elevator was out. So we climbed 17 flights of stairs carrying our 15-year-old dog to reunite her with my dad.

I thought that was the story, until a piece of artwork changed how I saw the day.

After the movie, sometime around 3 am, the moon over the Pacific from our hotel.

A company meditation retreat didn’t teach me how to meditate. I’d been looking for mindfulness in all the wrong places.

What could a walk on Manhattan Beach possibly have to do with rice cakes? Read on to find out.

I used to think warmth was a temperature. I discovered another kind.

The colorful coasters were hand-knitted by a friend’s mom. Somehow, they make every cup of tea feel warmer.

I didn’t need a better week. I needed a better Monday.