There’s something to be said for owning a dog.

People first think of companionship, loyalty, man’s best friend. But they don’t realize the other ways owning a dog changes your life.

You should see the fear in her eyes when she talks about it. That prayer that she’s been saying for years – the other day she forgot how it started. “What were those first few words?”

She was breathing just an hour ago. We wrote her goals for the day on the whiteboard: Pain management, make as comfortable as possible.

We knew she was going through some post-surgery challenges, but we didn’t realize it’d be the last day she’d ever have goals on the board.

A 28-year old bicyclist was killed yesterday, right down the road near the neighborhood ice cream shop.

The guy who hit him was driving a car he’d just carjacked which had a two-year-old in the back seat. He was running from police, going at least 90 mph.

There’s something special about that blank page. Something “perfect,” as Neil Gaiman explains.

It’s far less stressful than a full page. They don’t bring about those random thoughts in the shower or right before falling asleep of the one thing you forgot to say.

There can be a flood of great ideas: concepts that will change the world forever. But if those gatekeepers are strong and stubborn enough, it becomes difficult for those ideas to ever come to fruition. Unless, of course, the holders of the ideas are more committed and dedicated to their jailbreak than the gatekeepers holding them in.

Story about finding myself in the middle of a funeral procession today.

Fatima Ali died yesterday, at age 29. She was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer right after appearing on Top Chef, which was looking to be a high point in her life. Only a few months after an initial treatment when things were looking up again, she got news that the chemo didn’t work, the cancer had metastasized, and she had a year to live.

2018 saw the most devastating and damaging California wildfires in history. It was crazy, and grimly ironic, that both the poor and the rich were left fleeing their homes as “Paradise” was hit.

I heard someone say something earlier tonight that stuck with me.

I’m celebrating 8 years of recovery today. Eight years since I hit the reset button on the trajectory of my life. And I couldn’t be more grateful. For several reasons.

Perhaps the most important reason being that not only am I alive today, but I also want to be

It’s a letter from the falling bomb that destroyed a boy’s family home, forcing his family into a life as refugees in Syria. It’s really beautiful and I definitely suggest you give it a read.

When I can come to full terms with my own humanity—that I’m imperfect and just doing the best I can with what I’ve got—I can also extend that to others and accept their humanity. And with that, accept that sometimes, they may even cause me pain.

This is just a beautiful song. It speaks to me in that, whether you're just getting by, whether you're hurting, or even if you're having the time of your life, you're lucky just to be.

There’s' something about catching the moon rising. When it’s big and bright and red. You feel like it’s a big sign out there, just for you. Saying, ‘I’m here, I’m here.’

There are ceremonial gatherings where we all get together and acknowledge how tight-knitted we are and how alike we think.

Those gatherings tend to be at the supermarket on the day before Christmas Eve.

My brother is a big gamer dude. He’s always liked video games, and these days he’s pretty serious about it. He streams online and has a community of other gamers that he streams with for up to 50 hours/week. My natural response is one that minimizes the meaning of the whole thing and tends to judge it as wasted time. But tonight I popped in on his page and saw that he was streaming live, so I poked around and listened for a bit.

A homeless guy approached me recently to ask for some money:“Do you have any change, miss? I’m just trying to make it.”

Man. We’re not that different, are we? I’m just trying to make it too.

Luca is my dog. I think she’s here to teach me about love. She definitely sees in me something I don’t see in myself, and I know that because she loves me more than is even comfortable for me to fully take in.

Have you ever been talking to a friend about something you read or someone you heard about, but you can’t remember the person’s name? You have enough of a vague idea of how it sounded, and you might mumble through two or three variations before the other person gets what you were trying to say, and fills in the blank with the name, leading to a sigh of relief on your part!