Small Steps. Big Shifts.

We were in our twenties, my boyfriend and I, up at Snowbird for the night with friends. We'd slipped away for some time alone and walked out to his car. He opened my door, I got in, and he gently clos...

For years, when something difficult came up — a relationship problem, a decision I couldn't make, something I couldn't stop feeling bad about — my default was to think about it. Hard. Repeatedly. I'd ...