09/03/2026
I never know where a story might take me, the people I will meet, the homes I will walk into; but when I started this business a year ago, I knew one thing, this was the right road I was suppose to take. After quitting my full time job and taking this leap of faith, I have been able to meet wonderful, complicated, enriching people and help tell their stories.
I still don't know how everything will work out but I do know that it is worth it. People, community, stories, history, and you, are worth it. Bridging the gap between generations takes a lifetime and I am just getting started.
Today I got to sit down with a 95 year old woman in her home as we discussed her life and flipped through scrap books she carefully made. For every moment of doubt there is a moment like this. Life is lived and finite but it wondrous and vivid.
As the famous poet, Mary Oliver once wrote in her poem "The Summer Day"
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
www.hereinmytime.com
