I came across a phrase recently that stopped me for a minute: “More interested in how my life feels to me than how it looks to others.”

It started with a text from a friend. One of our mutual friends had been invited to pick vegetables from a neighbor’s garden, and she wanted to know if I would come help harvest. Sure. Why not?

Over Labor Day weekend, we finally checked something off our summer bucket list. We took our little 18-foot runabout out onto Lake Michigan. And when I say little, I mean that affectionately. We love our boat.

I love a good Crock-Pot. Put everything in, turn it on, walk away, and several hours later dinner magically appears. It's one of life's better inventions. Unfortunately, Medicare doesn't work that way.

I’m just going to get this out of the way. I use AI in my business. A lot.

I have a sourdough starter. If you have one too, you already know that this is less like owning an ingredient and more like having a small, needy pet living in your refrigerator.