Don’t mind we lil house, yuh hear? We might not have plenty things, but we rich in we heart, rich in love, and rich in de kind of spirit dat money doh buy a lot of and we thankful for di day Anyways So yesterday now, I tell Angela plain—she cyan’t take no more ah me...

The brutal truth about relationships: we are becoming increasingly isolated as we age, often at the expense of our most meaningful connections. This trend, highlighted by the significant rise in alone time from age 15 to 85, means that the people who matter most...

Yesterday morning, I tried to sleep in. We hadn't gone for our morning walks this week. No church. No familiar rhythms to anchor us both. Angela circled my bed like a restless puppy needing to go outside, her footsteps deliberate disturbances until I surrendered sleep...