EC Stilson's

  Since I’ve been fighting Stage IV cancer, the word "persevere" has taken on new meaning. My body simply can't do the things ...

I’ve told you about my grandma’s “Happiness File,” a priceless, weathered collection of scraps, clippings, and handwritten notes tucked away...

 It's hard to believe she's 16 today, and it feels like just yesterday we were blowing out her first birthday candle. This year, Ind...

Last Friday marked the solemn anniversary of my first son’s passing, and that made me think of something. In my family, late January/early F...

 Feeling so sick today, it was difficult even getting to my cancer treatments. In the middle of the drive from Idaho to Utah, I remembered s...

I heard a song again today that’s soul-crushingly bad. It’s one of those bar anthems with a melody so repetitive it feels like a brain glitc...

A friend of mine, currently in the thick of his own battle with cancer, said something recently that gave me pause. We sat in a heavy silenc...

Last week, I found myself sitting in a cancer treatment chair during a strange, liminal space in the calendar—a transitional moment when Han...

Every morning, I spend a few moments with a small, weathered box that holds more value to me than any bank account ever could. It’s what my ...

Indy and I are so excited to announce that we recently converted to Judaism. This has been an incredible journey, and I’ve been working towa...

 I’ve been sitting here reflecting this past Thanksgiving weekend, and mostly, I’m just overwhelmed with gratitude. To be honest, I didn...

 I’ve been fighting stage 4 cancer for over five years now. In the beginning, I felt resolved and mentally willing to persevere. Recently, h...

Even after 23 years, my heart still aches from the memories. It was Zeke’s birthday. Over two decades have passed since I first held him, a ...

I worked as the publisher of a newspaper, but the real thrill wasn't in the balance sheets—I loved writing stories. So, to follow my pas...