StevenMiyao

I caught my hand reaching for my phone before I'd even decided to check anything. I was in LA a few weeks ago visiting my daughter, having my morning coffee while Sienna and Kade were still asleep, and there was my thumb, already hovering over the mail icon. I've been trying to break this habit for years. I don't check email on vacation, that's been the rule for a long time, and mostly I keep it. But the pull is still there.

Saturday morning, I walk to the farmers market with a list in my head: salad, tomatoes, kale, cheese, sausage, enough food for the week. I'm moving fast, eyes scanning stalls the way I'd scan a grocery aisle, and I get everything on the list in about twelve minutes. It's efficient. I also walk right past a little New Orleans-style jazz ensemble playing near the entrance without really hearing them, and I don't see a single person the whole time. If you've spent years building something — a care

I was standing in the San Francisco airport when my left arm and neck went numb, my heart started racing, and I was sure I was having a heart attack. The EKG came back normal. My doctor told me that if I didn't learn to reduce my stress, the next one would be real. That was the cost of decades of working hard on terms I had never stopped to examine. Last week, a 22-year-old described what I was missing better than I ever have: "Our generation recognizes a bad deal when they see it. If I ha