The Morningstar Letters

  • Riches

    I used to believe being rich meant money. Designer clothes. Sparkling jewelry. Fancy cars. I thought riches were something you worked endlessly to obtain, worked even harder to keep, and somehow never had enough of. The older I get, the more I realize I was wrong. On this journey, I’ve learned that true riches rarely…

  • Walking Myself Home

    Walking. Something most of us take for granted. Most children take their first steps somewhere between twelve and fifteen months old. Some take a little longer. Eighteen months, maybe. The irony isn’t lost on me. Because eighteen months ago, I had to learn how to walk again. Not literally. Spiritually. Emotionally. The kind of walking…

  • Cereal.

    Cereal. Something ordinary. A cardboard box filled with sugared grains that children seem naturally drawn toward. Bright colors. Cartoon mascots. Tiny marshmallows. Easy. Then one day you wake up and realize you’ve stopped eating cereal. Somewhere between becoming an adult and becoming responsible, cereal quietly disappeared. Not because you stopped liking it, but because there…