A page for the little things that mean a lot.

Where the
Small Things Land

I believe in the power of small things. A kind word. A glance that says everything without saying a word. A burst of laughter you didn’t see coming.

Sometimes it’s those little things that shift the energy, soften the room, or remind us we’re not alone. They don’t try too hard. They just land — and something opens.

I’ve seen it happen. A frog sticker, passed across a table at the exact right moment, made the whole room breathe easier. A magnetic Scrabble board — unassuming and kind of silly — became the stuff of workplace legend. It was how we paused, connected, and reminded each other that what we were building mattered.

And once, there was a tiny duck. I’m not quite ready to tell the whole story, but I’ll say this: it brought unexpected glee to people who needed it most. It made connection feel simple. And it made the hard things feel just a little more possible.

I get this love of small things from my mom. She’s always had a way of noticing what others overlook — the promise in a piece of paper to become a flower, the joy of turning something ordinary into something unexpected, the seemingly endless ways to repurpose a tin can. She finds meaning in what’s often missed. And she makes beauty out of almost nothing.

I try to carry that same spirit — into my work, into how I connect, into how I move through the world. I believe in joy that sneaks up on you. In lightness that holds weight. In the kind of meaning that doesn’t need to announce itself to be felt.

The small things matter. They always have.
And I hope I never stop noticing them.