Dozens of people have asked me if Michael will write his own book about his cancer journey.

Dozens.

MARY: "Bread, that this house may never know hunger.  Salt, that life may always have flavor."

GEORGE: "And wine, that joy and prosperity may reign forever. Enter the Martini Castle."

Anxiety lives in some of the kids’ little bodies. It shows up in tight shoulders, restless hands, shallow breaths. It’s subtle, but it’s there.

And I suspect it doesn’t start with them.

Bravery wears many faces.
Some are gentle and creative.
Others are firm and unyielding.

Both can be difficult to witness.
Both are necessary.

Lately, I’ve been sitting with a question that keeps returning to me—quietly, insistently.

Are people spending more time tending to their wellness, rather than simply waiting until they’re sick enough to see a doctor?