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Three things. Every Sunday.
The essay of the week.
One long-form piece, in its full form, straight to your inbox. No scrolling. No pop-ups.
One question we're sitting with.
A single prompt we're wrestling with at our kitchen table this week. Often about marriage, parenting, money, or rhythm.
A rhythm to try this week.
One small, specific practice you can try with your family before next Sunday. Never a program. Always a seed.
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The week we stopped managing bedtime.
Good morning. It is raining in Palo Alto. The coffee is on. The kids have already eaten most of the pancakes.
This week we stopped managing bedtime. Stopped is the wrong word. We changed who was responsible for it. For three years Kendra had been the keeper of the bedtime routine. Baths, books, lights off, the whole cascade. This week we handed it to Remi.
Nothing dramatic happened. The kids went to bed a little later. The routine looked slightly different. What changed was something smaller and bigger. A thing that had lived in Kendra's head for three years was now shared. The house got quieter inside us.
A question we're sitting with this week: what is still living only in one of your heads that could be shared.
A rhythm to try: pick one recurring thing in your house and formally hand it to the other parent. Three weeks. See what changes.
See you next Sunday. Remi and Kendra.
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