This Week, From the Shed
Stories of hand-holding, corgis, and the Munster who offered lemonade.
Good morning from the garden—
I’ve been thinking (always a dangerous sign) about those off-guard moments.
When your hand finds someone else’s just in time.
When a girl in pearls shows up to a séance with deviled eggs.
When two corgis and a doomed leash system turn a sidewalk into glorious mayhem.
Underneath it all?
Just the quiet reminder that being human is the whole job.
And everybody needs to work.
Here’s what showed up:
New This Week
Hand to Hand
To Touch and Be Touched.
Sometimes the most human thing we can offer is simply a hand—familiar, steady, and silent.
Polka Dots and Pearls
Some family members stir potions. Others lay out napkins. A tribute to Marilyn Munster—and to anyone who’s ever stayed gracious in a house that didn’t know what to do with them.
In Case You Missed It
Musn’t, Musn’t
Two corgis. One leash system held together by hope. Dog walkers will understand. Everyone else—I’m thinking you should just cross the street.
The Light We Fling: A True Story
A ripple that boomeranged in an unexpected way. A lasting sense that something landed.
New Rhythm. Same Mess.
Some housekeeping. The reason you’re only getting one email a week. Inboxes, coffee, and a new rhythm—straight from the shed.
If one of these speaks to you, click through.
If none of them do? That’s fine, too.
We’ll be here, coffee in hand, ready for the next one.
—Chuck
(and Zoey, who continues to supervise any overuse of metaphors)
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Thanks for letting the shed be part of your week.