Ridiculously small steps and the Sunday ritual: The Practice That Put Me Back Together
When I was in my early thirties, life took a turn sideways. Up until that point, everything looked on track — college, a career going well, an exceptional group of friends, living in a city I loved. I was even in love, and headed off to grad school. Then my father died — suddenly, unexpectedly — and right in my hands as I tried to resuscitate him after a heart attack. It was a true before and after moment in my life, and everything changed. I found myself living away from what felt like home,
