Thoughts on Creativity, Faith, Courage, and the Stories that Shape Our Lives A Note from Erin “What did we do yesterday?” my brother asked. “We . . . hmmm . . .” Think. Think. Think. I knew we had done something. It had been fun. Interesting. Memorable, even. So why couldn’t I remember it? I had spent the week with my brother, his wife, and their toddler in Costa Rica, and the previous few days had been packed with all kinds of new experiences: Sloths just hanging out in the trees above us...