The other day, I walked into a friend’s home and watched as her voice activated the lights, her app-controlled coffee machine whirred to life, and her robot vacuum quietly began its choreographed routine. It was impressive. But I couldn’t shake a subtle discomfort—a feeling that the house was alive, but the people inside weren’t entirely…
There’s a growing movement unfolding quietly in cafes, on porches, and across cozy, plant-filled bedrooms. It’s the sight of a young person scribbling into a leather-bound journal, reading a paperback, or brewing tea without checking their phone. You may have noticed it too. This isn’t just nostalgia. It’s the beginning of a quiet revolution—what many…
One Saturday morning, I left my phone in a drawer and stepped outside barefoot. The sky felt wider. The air smelled like dew and lavender. And for the first time in weeks, I felt truly present. That day, I didn’t check emails, scroll social media, or photograph my breakfast. I just lived—slowly, fully. That was…