One year ago today, my father, Mark Schlafman, passed away peacefully at the age of 80 after living with dementia for four years. On this anniversary, I decided to write him a letter expressing what’s alive in me right now. Writing letters, whether to those still with us or…
This essay was originally published on my Substack, Where the Road Bends, where I share long-form essays on conscious change and life transitions. Jesse stared into the camera, his face illuminated by the soft morning light streaming through his LA apartment. Despite our decade-long friendship and the casual setting—complete…
This essay was originally published on my Substack, Where the Road Bends, where I share long-form essays on conscious change and life transitions. Today, I turn 45. It’s surreal seeing that number—45—staring back at me, not because of the age itself, but because of what it represents.…