fishing

The Things We Put Between Ourselves and Stillness

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I renewed my fishing license this week — not because I’ve been fishing, but because I finally admitted how much I’ve been avoiding the kind of stillness that tells the truth. This is a small story about slowing down, sitting with what hurts, and taking one quiet step toward the parts of ourselves we keep at arm’s length.

The Quiet Ways I Miss My Dad

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Four years after losing my dad, I’m realizing my grief didn’t show up as sadness — it showed up in the things I quietly stopped doing. Golf, fishing, football, even gas‑price conversations. And now, as my mom prepares to move, I’m seeing the small rituals and habits where I still miss him the most.