2025-06-29 “Almost Full” by Merritt (born 1960)

Church today was really good. The message was essentially how ideas of social justice are fully supported by the Biblical message. People of faith are intended to be the agents of God in the world where they live. Awesome stuff.

Not so awesome is laundry. Emma has a system. She’s using the machines in both her and Hannah’s apartment and in Kent and mine. (The machines are in the bathrooms, hence…)

Merritt puts away folded towels in the bathroom.  Merritt Gray stands in the bathroom of the common area at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments, smiling warmly. He wears a fitted maroon t-shirt and jeans, holding a neatly stacked bundle of white folded towels. The space is simple and clean, with white tile walls, a towel ring holding a hand towel, and a closed white door behind him. The lighting is bright and natural, highlighting Merritt’s friendly and approachable demeanor.


Emma takes on a lot of housekeeping chores because her work schedule is different from everyone else’s. She likes to get things done when everyone has left for work, but before she needs to get to the theater.

As for “everyone”… There have been some questions about who lives where, now.

Okay… let’s go! Devon, Shay, and Lizza live in Manhattan in Shay’s townhouse. (Devon has a floor to himself; they share the kitchen and living area.)

Here in Brooklyn, Tom has this place called The American Heritage Apartments. It’s three two-bedroom apartments, and eight dorm-esque rooms.

(I’m adding the floorplan to this post.)

A floor plan of Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments, showing a large rectangular layout divided into multiple private rooms, communal areas, and shared facilities. The central area features two open lounges with couches, armchairs, and dining tables, along with a shared kitchen and staircase. Hallways lead to private dorm-style rooms arranged along the perimeter, each with beds, desks, and access to nearby bathrooms. Two common areas at either end of the building are furnished with additional seating. The layout emphasizes both individual privacy and community interaction, reflecting a co-living environment.

In the dorms (right section), David Gregory has the room by the common area (top). Paul Charm has the room at the top, right and shares a bathroom with Paul.

Melissa Gaines has the next room coming down, just by the table in the common area. Her son, Elijah has the room connected to hers by the bathroom.

Next going down is Anika Rao. Hers is 4th from the top AND 4th from the bottom. 

As for the three apartments, Kent and mine is on the left of the common area. Emma and Hannah’s is on the right. Addison’s is on top…

Plot twist! Izzy Duffy moved in with Addison. Addison was beaming about it.

“With two redheads living together, there’s no way to tell whose hair is clogging up the shower drain!”

Makes sense, I suppose!

She also went on into some lore about gingers, freckles, no-freckles, etc. I got lost, but she was excited!

So, that’s the list of who lives where for most of us. Thanks for being interested and asking. Now, back to chores for me!

2025-06-29 “Easy Sunday” by Emma (born 1861)

Good morning! Me an’ Merritt are walkin’ to church together—it’s one of my favorite Sunday routines. We go slow, hand in hand most the way, and sometimes we pass folks we know. Just feelin’ settled today.

Well, we were almost to the corner when he said, “Hold up a second.”

 I turned around, and he already had his phone out.

 “I like when you smile like that,” he said. 

So here’s that smile he took a picture of.

Emma stops on the way to church so Merritt could snap a picture.  Emma Knox walks down a quiet Brooklyn street dressed in a green patterned sleeveless dress with a beaded necklace. Her light brown hair flows in soft waves, and she’s smiling warmly at the camera. The overcast sky and tree-lined sidewalk create a peaceful Sunday morning vibe. The scene suggests she’s headed to church, capturing a candid moment mid-step on the sidewalk while cars line the street behind her.

Later today I’ll be workin’ on laundry and helpin’ Melissa sort a few things for the housing board. (She’s real thoughtful about what families need most when they’re comin’ out of homelessness.) It’s a joy to watch her turn her hardship into a blessing for others.

An’ being a kindergarten teacher, she’s out for summer break. That means she’s got more time to put in on Stop-Gap Housing work.

Well, my verse this morning was one I’ve always loved:

“Let all that you do be done in love.” —1 Corinthians 16:14

Ain’t just about romance—it’s about showin’ up with kindness, even in chores and choices and words.

Hope your Sunday’s peaceful.

2025-06-28 “What We Know” for David (born 1997)

It was Saturday, but Anika Rao had wanted to have a “work meeting” to touch base before the month (which would mark about half a year on the Time-Travel project) ended. David Gregory didn’t mind at all.

Both having PhDs in physics, they had been hired by Will Robertson at NYC SysCo to investigate the Time-Travel phenomenon. So far, their was little to show for their work.

They had started with lunch at a little deli near where they lived, and she had talked about her trip. The clouds were breaking up by the time they finished, so they agreed on a little walk to a nearby park.

David and Anika talk as they walk through Brooklyn.  David Gregory and Anika Rao walk side by side down a sunny sidewalk in Brooklyn. David wears a white polo shirt, tan shorts, and a black watch, while Anika wears a brown polo shirt tucked into fitted jeans with a brown belt. Both are smiling casually, relaxed and comfortable together. The urban backdrop includes brick buildings, leafy trees, and a few pedestrians further down the sidewalk, suggesting a lively but calm neighborhood. The lighting is natural, with soft shadows and a clear summer atmosphere.

“So what do we know, so far?” Anika asked. “What have we learned in six months?”

David wasn’t ready to get to work. “We know you’re more concerned about what you think your dad thinks than you are about being happily in a relationship with me.”

“David!” She smiled and shook her head. “This again?”

“It’s true.”

“My dad has expectations. Family is paramount in my culture.”

“We’re practically roommates, and how many times have you cuddled me on the sofa watching the news?”

Anika’s eyes bulged. “We are hardly roommates! We share a kitchenette in the dorm’s common area! Between our rooms are Paul’s and Melissa’s! And… I probably shouldn’t have cuddled you.”

“Come on… I’ll concede to the roommate point. But, the cuddling was nice. And you know it! I mean, it’s not like once and done… And…”

David had been surprised and pleased when,a couple months earlier and fairly regularly afterwards for a solid six weeks, Anika had sat close on the sofa in the common area of the dorms and had leaned over. Hand-holding had been involved a few times.

She had backed off when he had, after some time, asked what she thought her affectionate gestures meant. Thinking back, he hoped he’d used better wording.

Anika looked down as the walked on. “Okay… yes. And to skip your next question, I’ll… speak to my mother… Now… what do we know about our work?

David didn’t answer immediately. He was processing her promise to speak to her mother. That seemed like a huge move in a direction he was hoping for. If her mom would encourage it.

But he decided to let the moment stand on its own and answer her question. “Based on the fact that Addison’s journal adds content in the now based on whatever Addison writes… wrote in 1985, we know that the phenomenon is real. Plus, the experiment with the drawer at Shay’s house…”

Anika nodded. “Which seems to confirm that there are indeed multiple instances of the Time-Travelers existing simultaneously at different points in time.”

“Different ‘moments,’ Paul Charm would say…”  David looked over at Anika. “Quantum theory allows superposition across states—position, spin, energy—but not across what we classically call distinct time moments. That’s where this breaks everything.”

Anika nodded again. “David, quantum theory barely has words for this. Sure… we can model how an electron’s position is a function of probability—existing in different regions, or lobes if you will, of a p orbital—but never in the space between them. But that’s still very different from simultaneously existing at different… moments… in time.”

David agreed. “Not to mention that it’s not just a discrete particle… it’s a whole other… other… universe and…”

Anika took David by the arm to interrupt him. “Sure… in quantum theory, we describe how an electron’s state is spread out across probabilities… position, spin, energy… but those are all spatial or energetic domains. Superposing entire moments in time? That’s not just another orbital. That’s… something else entirely.… And let’s not forget that in those other universes that exist in different times… moments… are duplicate consciousness of the people…”

David nodded and looked at her. “…and that those consciousnesses are linked… They share memories!”

Anika laughed. “It’s… just… Well, there’s absolutely no quantum support for memory or consciousness linking across instances… none at all!”

They had come to a crosswalk and were waiting for the light; David continued. “Like we’ve said… like Merritt said early on… it’s more metaphysical than it is physics.”

Anika let go of his arm. “And we’re not even trying to explain what they call the feeling of connectedness they share with each other. Like… on first sight, they feel bonded… I’m thinking about the way they group in Memphis back in 1861 connected…”

David nodded at the light as it changed and they began crossing the street. “Barely even mentioned are the duplicates that exist that are not Time-Travelers… the parents… Will exists at least 3 times that we know of. Tom… I can’t remember…”

Anika shook her head. “So what we know is that something is really happening. Most of the missions have resulted in something that seems to be immediately a good deed, but if there is a bigger ‘why’ it is unknown…”

“Butterfly effect,” David added. “Or ripples on the pond. They know where the stone went in, but not where the ripples hit the bank or what difference they make when they do.”

They walked quietly past a few stores, then Anika shrugged. “Okay… so… that’s pretty much where we were three months ago.”

“And Will Robertson,” David added, “understands we’re making good money without coming up with anything useful. And he’s fine with it.”

“Well, we have tossed in a few calculations here and there for some of their designs… Answered a few questions about…”

David finished her thought. “…about things they could have Googled.”

Anika nodded. “So we keep going… Keep taking notes… keep trying to find anything like the same objects existing simultaneously at different… moments… in time…”

David smiled. “Yeah… we keep going…”

They walked a few more steps, then Anika careened herself into his shoulder. “And I have a talk with my mom…”

David’s stomach flipped and his face lit up. “I can’t wait to find out what she says.”

2025-06-28 “Dinner Last Thursday” by Emma (born 1861)

Well, it’s cloudy an’ the temperature is ‘round 70°F. Being from Vicksburg, MS and Merritt being from Atlanta, we’d say it’s cooled of real nice.

I gotta go to work today, but me an’ Merritt decided to make a quick run to the market, but we stopped in at the coffee shop for a little breakfast. Merritt said I ought to tell about going to dinner Thursday night at Shay’s house, since that happened.


Well, Shan and Devon wanted to tell us ‘bout some memories they come aware of from the 1882 group. Soon as they started mentioning it, naturally, all the rest o’ us come aware of them, too.

So, Devon in 1882 was born a slave, an’ took work for the version of Merritt what that time-shifted back there. Now before the memories merged, the 1881 Shay was tutoring Devon to read.

Well, when the merge happened all out of the sudden, he had the memories of the Devon now! Not just reading, but math an’ all!

Now, another thing… By an’ by, the Shay of now and the Devon of now started having fond feelings for each other. Well, with the merged memories, the versions back in 1882 did, too!

Now, in 1882, a black man and a white woman being romantic was beyond frowned on!

So, ‘cept for the other Time-Travelers and Shay’s momma, they kept it a secret for sure. But it was real, and it stayed on. ‘Course the now versions of Shay and Devon knew an’ tol’ us others ‘bout it now and again.

Well, now for Thursday… So, all six of them living in Shay’s house back in 1882 are going to Jamaica in July to get married! Soon as Shay an’ Devon brought it up, me, Merritt, Hannah, an’ Kent discovered the memories in our own minds!

We were surprised we’d not noticed b’fore!

Now, we already knew that the 1985 Virginia group was gonna get married this fall. So, come November, all the versions of us we share memories with will be married ‘cept us here in 2025.

An’ I’ll just let you guess what we’re thinking, ‘cause it shouldn’t be a surprise! 

An’ I’ll add we don’t have any plans. Just thinking!

2025-06-26 “Thinking Ahead” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey y’all. It’s Thursday, which means the theater’s closed—so I’ve got a little breathing room today.


It’s real hot out, but for some reason that just made me start thinkin’ about coats. So here I am at the thrift shop, seeing what folks might’ve donated before fall hits.


Emma checks in from a Brooklyn thrift shop. Emma Knox stands inside a Brooklyn thrift shop, smiling softly at the camera. She wears a loose, off-the-shoulder green top and high-waisted jeans. Behind her, rows of gently used clothing hang on racks, and the lighting is warm and inviting. Her relaxed, thoughtful expression matches the cozy and mission-driven atmosphere of the outing.


A lot of people in the city don’t have the money to prep ahead for cold weather—and I want to make sure we’ve got extras on hand when the temp drops. Might start setting a few things aside for Stop-Gap families.


I still can’t quite believe all the doors that have opened since we started this work. And I keep thinkin’—what if one simple act of kindness, like makin’ sure someone’s got a coat come November, was the thing that made them feel seen?


Today’s verse brought that home for me:


“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.” —Hebrews 13:16


That’s what I’m aiming for. A life that pleases Him—in small, faithful ways.


Thanks for walking this story with me.



2025-06-24 “Should We Tell Them?” for Shay (born 2001)

Shay Ryder looked across the cafe table at Devon Collier—her boyfriend since just before Christmas of 2024—and watched as he made eye contact with her bodyguard of that night, Ethan Riker. She could tell by his expression that Ethan was at ease as she was.

“Should we tell them?” Devon said as he looked back at Shay.

“They’ll find out as soon as they notice the memories,” Shay replied.

“That could be days…”

 “It’s a big event… they’ll find out, but…” Shay shrugged. “I think we should tell them. We don’t see them enough as it is.”

Devon nodded. “School and work kept me pretty busy. Columbia is way above my depth.”

“You did fine.”

“Took a lot of time. I feel like…” Devon shrugged. “Merritt and me were good friends. I feel like I ditched him.”

“I’m sure he understands. And you saw him at work.”

“True.” Devon sipped his water. “Maybe we can invite them to your house for dinner Thursday. The theater is closed so Emma would be off.”

Shay Ryder and Devon Collier sit side by side at a busy diner in Manhattan, both looking calmly toward the camera. Shay wears a short-sleeved lavender blouse with pearl earrings, her long brown hair parted neatly. Devon wears a light blue polo shirt with white trim, his dark hair styled back. In front of Devon is a white plate filled with pasta and beef. Red pendant lights hang above them, casting warm light on their table. The background shows a lively dining atmosphere with other patrons and large windows letting in natural daylight.


“I wish you’d say ‘our house.’ You live there, too.” Shay smiled. “But, yeah… that sounds like a good idea.”

“This is going to change things,” Devon said. “Between you and me…”

Shay felt herself blushing. “I’ve been around Emma and Hannah when they mentioned… the memories of the other versions of them being married.”

Devon nodded, then changed the subject. “Jamaica… 1862… Where a Black man could marry a White woman and not get lynched…”

“They’ll never be able to tell anyone…”

The version of Devon living in 1882 was a black former slave. In the USA at that time, marriage between the races was dreadfully taboo.

Devon nodded again. “Merritt, Kent, Hannah, and Emma will know.”

Shay smiled. “A triple wedding in Jamaica… 1862.”

“Each couple will have a room on the 3rd Floor and Shay and Devon will have two rooms between them on the 2nd.”

Shay smiled. “I suppose after they get married, they’ll just use one room and the other will be just for show.” 

“A faux servant quarters for Devon.”

“They are brave,” Shay added. “And confident enough to do what they think will make them happy.”

“True…” Devon took a bite of his food. “Things were really different back in 1882. Remember the newspaper article Liza and Jacob found?”

“I do. Vividly… It got mom to go to Houston and they found her cancer before it went too far!”

“Remember it said that Shay came to Manhattan from Memphis with two married couples and a black servant?”

“Yes.” Shay nodded.

“So, Hannah and Kent… Merritt and Emma… not married until Jamaica in a few weeks… All these months, the public just assumed they were married. And Devon was a bit more than a servant, too!”

“That’s true. And we know that Merritt and Kent are sharing a room as are Emma and Hannah.”

“They’ve been,” Devon added, “planning the wedding for a month now. We just found the memories…”

Shay smiled and nodded. “Things are changing… And we already know that the Hannah, Kent and Merritt, Emma couples living in Virginia Beach will got married this fall back in 1985. So, by Thanksgiving, all the versions of those four will be married except the ones here in 2025.”

“It’s inevitable,” Devon added. “Not a matter of if, but when.”

Then a moment of silence followed as each of them took bites of their food. Finally Shay spoke up.

“Devon,” she said, her voice a little quivering, “do you… think… it’s inevitable for us, too?”

Devon looked up without hesitation. “I do. And not because the 1882 versions are getting to it first.”

Shay was very happy with his answer.

2025-06-24 “Tuesday Matinee” by Emma (born 1861)

Good morning, y’all. I’ve got the matinee today—curtain’s at 10:30. It’s real hot out, so they’re expectin’ a good crowd on account folks wantin’ to cool off somewhere with A/C and a story.

I’ve been thinkin’ about that conversation from yesterday. I don’t mind being embarrassed a li’l—especially when I know it’s kindly. And it is true what Melissa said. Merritt does have the memories of the married version of us… and I reckon that makes everything feel a li’l deeper somehow. Like we’re not just playin’ house—we already remember how real it was.

Hannah an’ I talked more last night about trust. She said she feels safe, knowin’ Kent never tries to rush her. I told her I feel the same about Merritt. An’ we ain’t trying to rush them either!

Emma checks in from the dressing room.  Emma Knox sits smiling in the dressing room of Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Theater, wearing a cozy tan robe and holding a white mug. Her nails are painted pink, and her light brown hair is up in a high ponytail. Behind her is a mirror framed with classic Hollywood-style bulbs, and the dressing table is scattered with small items like a cup of brushes and a hair dryer. The atmosphere is warm, inviting, and calm before a summer matinee performance.

Well, just like that, I come on a verse about trusting husbands and I thought it fit.

"The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain."
—Proverbs 31:11

That kind of trust—that’s somethin’ I pray to grow into more each day. I’m grateful for him. And for today.

Now, I gotta say all this… Well, I’m thinking, you know.

‘Course being actually born in 1861, by now… Well, let’s say Mom and Daddy were real worried that I’d hit 19 and didn’t have a husband yet. Girls on the regular back then got married between 14 and 17, and 15 or 16 was expected. By 18, they’d be ‘least 1 baby on the hip.

So, me, growing up with all that in my mind—you can guess me sitting ‘round at 20 and not even officially engaged is a puzzle I got to work out. But, I got memories of the 2005 born me, too, so that keeps me from being crazy!

Then again, having the memories of me an’ 3 others mes is crazy all by itself, truth told!

Anyway, Merritt an’ me agree we won’t make anything official ‘till we’ve known each other a year face-to-face. That’ll be July 4th.

Well, I got to go on and get my dirty hand makeup on for my stage. Ever’thing about being a sharecropper was a little dirty!

Thanks for reading my story.

2025-06-23 “This Is Awkward” by Emma (born 1861)

Well, it's a fine morning here, but I gotta say—my brain’s not so fine!

You can see I’m wearing these satin pajamas I got at the thrift store. Last night, after dinner, Addison an’ Melissa was over with me and Hannah an’ I mentioned them. Addison, naturally, wanted to see, so I put them on.

Emma checks in from her apartment in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox stands in the bright, modern kitchen of her unit at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments in Brooklyn. She’s wearing silky red satin pajamas with gold buttons, looking relaxed and warmly smiling at the camera. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair frames her face naturally. She leans casually against the counter near a stainless steel sink, with a small plate of bread visible beside her. White subway tile and open shelving with neatly stacked dishes complete the clean and cozy apartment feel. The window behind her shows a soft-focus view of Brooklyn rooftops in the daylight.

“You should show Merritt,” she said. “You got top quality and paid almost nothing!”

Well, I said no, but Hannah and Melissa said they were real modest, an Hannah added, “You spent all afternoon with him in your bikini!”

So, Merritt an’ Kent were out in the common area, so I tol’ them what the other girls said about showing how I got a real bargain. Kent asked if they had more on account he thought he could get a set for Hannah.

So that was that an’ I went back in.

Melissa said, “What did they think?”

I told them, then added, “I guess it was wasn’t much to fuss about compared to a bikini.”

Well Melissa looked down a li’l shy-like. Addison noticed and asked what was on her mind.

“Didn’t you tell me you share memories with the other versions?”

Hannah replied. “We do. All our memories sort of merge as we go along.”

Melissa looked up. “So, the guys out there… they have the memories of the married versions… of Merritt and Kent… I’d guess seeing you in your jammies like that is a far cry short of… being married to you. He certainly knows what’s underneath…”

Now we’ve talked about it before—me an’ Hannah, more in private… But hearin’ Melissa say it right out like that? I started blushing so as to think my face was about to catch fire!”

“I’m sorry,” Melissa said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Then Addison made a joke of it. “Hey… remember there’s a version of me that’s a dude! I have HIS memories of HIM thinking about MY memories of ME showering and getting ready for the day. And I have memories of him… taking care of his toilet business that I sure wish I didn’t have! This sharing memories is embarrassing business!”


Well, she’s sure right about that!

2025-06-22 “Break In The Clouds” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey ever’body! Me an’ Merritt went out to Fort Tilden Beach after church today. 

It was rainy this mornin’, but now it’s real hot for New York folk’s way o’ thinking—mid-90°Fs, says my iPhone app. 

Emma checks in with readers while sunbathing at Fort Tilden Beach.  Emma Knox at Fort Tilden Beach, seated on a red and blue striped towel in the sand. She wears a blue two-piece bikini and smiles at the camera. The sun shines through breaking clouds, casting a warm glow over her beach-wavy hair. The ocean and a stretch of beach are visible behind her.


It’s still pretty cloudy, but just now the clouds opened up, an’ Merritt grabbed the camera and took a few pictures while the light was good.

Nothin’ big planned for the rest of the day—just coolin’ off, maybe a walk in the park later, and then windin’ down for the week ahead. Back to work tomorrow. It’ll be a full one, but I’m grateful for the purpose in it.

Emma checks in with readers while sunbathing at Fort Tilden Beach.  Close-up of Emma Knox at Fort Tilden Beach, smiling brightly. She wears a blue bikini and her hair is tousled from the sea breeze. A blue and red towel and sandy beach background complete the scene, with warm, natural sunlight lighting her face.


This verse stuck with me from the service today:
 
“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace.” —Isaiah 55:12

Even when the forecast looks stormy, God’s got a way of making space for the sunshine to break through.

Take care, y’all.

2025-06-20 “Housework” by Emma (born 1861)

Well, I’ve got the late show tonight, so I’m takin’ the morning to do a little dusting before I finish gettin’ dressed. I got on some shorts, then I just grabbed up this robe for now.

I just freshened up the windowsills and wiped down the shelf plants—tryin’ to keep ahead of the city grime that sneaks in, no matter how often you clean.

Emma checks while cleaning her her apartment in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox stands inside her apartment at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments in Brooklyn. She wears a lavender robe tied at the waist and denim shorts. She holds a yellow can of cleaner in one hand and a soft brown cloth in the other. She smiles at the camera, her wavy brown hair loose around her shoulders. Behind her, a taupe couch with teal and white pillows sits near framed botanical art on the wall. The room is bright and tidy, with a potted plant and hardwood floors completing the cozy setting.

Now, I know this picture pro’lly isn’t interesting, but the work is sure necessary. Me an’ Hannah split up the chores o’ course. 

I feel a li’l sorry for her on account she has to do hers after she gets home from work, an’ my schedule gives me time some mornings to catch up. We try to keep it fair, but truth is, we both just care about keepin’ the place peaceful.

This mornin’ I read from 1 Corinthians: “Let all things be done decently and in order.” (14:40).

Even the dustin’. Even the little things. I think peace begins in the spaces we tend.

Hope your Friday brings a gentle kind of order too.

—Emma

2025-06-19 “As For Money…” for Merritt (born 1960)

I’m out in Queens for a post-final visit with a NYC SysCo client we did some work for last quarter. Their new concern? Is the warehouse in shape for a future conversion to AI and robotics!

Merritt stands in a Queens warehouse smiling.  Merritt Gray stands smiling in the center aisle of a large warehouse in Queens. He is wearing a light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a white hard hat, giving a professional but approachable appearance. Surrounding him are tall metal shelving units stacked with neatly organized cardboard boxes, creating a symmetrical, industrial backdrop. Overhead lights brighten the space, casting even illumination across the clean, orderly environment. Merritt’s confident posture and warm expression suggest a sense of responsibility and calm leadership in a work-focused setting.

Which brings me to the topic I had in mind for today. Let me start with the end… because it starts with that mangle of merged memories that is so confusing.

If you’ve been around a while, you know that existing NOW are the versions of Emma, Hannah, Kent, and me who we are linked to 40 years ago in 1985. Some time back, they formed an LLC called Traveling Friends, and it manages investments and properties. When we went to visit them, they added us to the LLC.

Think about it. If someone in 1985 knew what 2025 would be like… their investments would be very profitable. So, Emma, Hannah, Kent and I really could quit our jobs. But we won’t…

So, I got a call on Friday from the Virginia Beach Merritt. “So, look at the portfolio. We just remembered something from 40 years ago.”

Here’s where it gets really confusing, but I’ll try to sum it up. 

A few weeks ago, I was looking at AI stocks. Nothing serious. Just looking. Emma, Kent, and I chatted about it. Emma laughed and got choked and that sort of made it a high point memory prominent enough to be noticed by the other versions of her. 

Okay… 40 years ago, the Virginia Beach versions of us lived in the Appalachians. Our memories are linked to THEM (the Virginia mountains group; they ALSO become 40 year old memories for the 2025 Virginia Beach versions.)

So, when Emma choked a few weeks ago, the Virginia mountains versions of us noticed. And our memories of the AI stocks merged with theirs. So, back in 2019, they invested.

But… since that hadn’t happened until the memories changed after Emma choked, the 2025 Virginia Beach versions didn’t remember it until they happened to be looking at the portfolio and saw the AI stocks that hadn’t been there before. THEN they remembered Emma choking. THEN they remembered investing back in 2019.

Let me just go through all that one more time in order of how it happened. Sort of.

A few weeks ago, we were looking at AI stocks. Emma choked laughing.

The next day (but 40 years ago) the Virginia mountains versions of us remembered the event. And, our look at the stocks.

Then, once AI stocks became a thing in 2019, they bought some which eventually became part of  the Traveling Friends LLC portfolio.

Now, since we hadn’t looked at stocks and since Emma hadn’t choked until a few weeks ago, those memories were NOT part of the Virginia Beach versions. Not until the day after it happened. As discussed before, those four versions of us are constantly having their past changed by what is happening to them 40 years earlier because the 1985 versions of them are linked to us, now. Their past is in constant flux. As we do things now, and the memories merge with them 40 years in the past, their past is changed.

Sometimes, very notably, as in the case of adding AI stocks to the portfolio.

So, Traveling Friends, LLC is benefiting from the phenomenon, but it makes life really challenging for the 2025 Virginia Beach versions of us. 

Yeah… it’s confusing!


2025-06-19 “Rhythm Of Life” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey ever’body! I’m off work today, which means my Thursday started slow—coffee, a little journaling, and now I’m walkin’ down to the store for some groceries.

Emma checks in while walking to the market in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox walks down a sunlit Brooklyn sidewalk on a summer morning, holding a cold drink with a green straw. She wears a light beige cropped tank top and blue jeans, and her wavy brown hair falls loosely around her shoulders. She smiles warmly at the camera. The background shows a brick building and parked cars along the street, with trees casting soft shadows—capturing a relaxed, everyday moment.

Just the basics: fruit, bread, maybe somethin’ sweet if the bakery section pulls me in. I’ve got a few things I wanna make this weekend for the folks at the apartments—maybe a pie… but…

Well, Hannah sometimes says things are too hot for cooking a lot. I have to just smile a li’l. It’s supposed to get to around 88°F here in Brooklyn today. Granted, that’s warm. But we got air conditioning… 

Meanwhile, I’m thinking o’ days back in Vicksburg when a summer day would normally be in the mid-90°Fs, with so many day’s near 100° or hotter that you just didn’t mention ‘em. Humidity so thick you couldn’t get the sweat wiped off.

Now, the versions of me born in 1965 and 2005 had window unit air conditioning. When things were the worst, Daddy would turn it on for a few hours before bedtime. He said we couldn’t afford to run it much more if he was gonna keep the power bill paid.

Being born in 1861, we just had to bear it best we could.

Anyway, sometimes I think these ordinary errands are my favorite part of livin’ here. The rhythm of it. The chance to smile at somebody passin’ by or just stopping to watch people going through their days.

Hope your day’s got some sun in it—inside or out.

—Emma

2025-06-18 “Paying It Forward Pays” for Merritt (born 1960)

I just wrapped up a site visit for a NYC SysCo client. Now, I’m heading to Brooklyn to talk to the general contractor and Kent about something we need to tweak on the blueprints for the Stop-Gap Housing development. Details… nothing big.

The reason I’m posting is sort of pragmatic. Some people have been wondering about The Agency and what’s going on.

Merritt Gray stands inside a market in Manhattan, smiling warmly at the camera. He is wearing a maroon button-down shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up. Behind him is a refrigerated display filled with colorful bottled drinks arranged in rows—greens, yellows, reds, blues, and dark sodas—with a sign above that reads “COLD DRINKS.” The bright lighting and bustling indoor setting hint at a busy city environment, with other shoppers visible in soft focus in the background. Merritt’s relaxed posture and friendly expression contribute to a welcoming, everyday moment in the urban scene.


All I can say is that the thing that got us started with all this is back in place. We keep getting little deposits every time we do anything resembling a good turn for someone. Emma volunteered yesterday morning to unpack some boxes. She got $50.00 from Pay It Forward Society a few hours later.

Most of us are getting small gifts for anything we do. Tom, though, since he’s letting us live in his apartments, is getting big money. The three apartments and 8 eight dorms are resulting in him getting rent payments equal to 5 nice Brooklyn apartments.

Of course, that’s not why we’re doing Stop-Gap Housing at all. But it’s nice to be recognized for doing what people in general ought to be doing in the first place.

The gist of this post is to affirm a couple of things.

First, it seems like we are back to where we were last summer after we finally got to NYC. I guess it’s worth mentioning that I time-shifted on June 28, 2024 from the same date in 1984. Skipped 40 years, and all that. Emma showed up on July 4, a few weeks later. So, that Pay It Forward and Random Acts of Kindness that first made us aware of The Agency… Well, it’s back.

Second, there seems to be absolutely no notion that any missions are forthcoming. Paul Charm confessed that he feels forgotten. Having memories merged with the other three versions adds nothing. The 1885 missions group literally spends all their time exercising, reading history, and doing volunteer work. 

Paying It Forward…

Well, I’ll wrap up. I’ll be back tomorrow with a very different thought. See you then. 

2025-06-18 “Ready For A White Veil?” by Emma (born 1861)

Mornin’, y’all. I’ve got the matinee show today, so I’m startin’ the morning slow with coffee in hand and windows open to the summer air.

Last night I had one of those dreams again—where the memories from the 1985 Mission Team (where that Emma is already married to that Merritt) just kind of seep into my own, current life.

Emma checks in from the kitchen of her apartment in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox, a young woman with wavy light brown hair and a soft, relaxed smile, stands in the sunlit kitchen of her Brooklyn apartment. She wears a light green robe with white lace trim, holding a white mug of coffee in her right hand. Behind her, potted plants sit by the window, and natural morning light spills into the room. The kitchen has white tile and cabinetry with warm wooden accents, creating a peaceful and homey atmosphere as she begins her day.


In the dream last night, I was makin’ breakfast for this Merrit ‘cept he was my husband. He was about to go to work. He gave me a look like he was thinking about married us from before we got up, and then all the memories came to me, an’ I woke up blushing. And out of breath.

It’s strange sometimes—how four lives can braid together. It’s hard to tell at times which version of me did something I’m remembering!

I don’t regret any of it. I just think there’s a big difference between livin’ with a husband and havin’ a boyfriend. 

An’ to tell you the truth, I think I’m longing to make the change!

Anyway, today’s a theater day. After the show, I might swing by the shelter and drop off a few more supplies. The small things make a difference. They really do.

Hope your Wednesday starts with a quiet moment and a clear heart.

—Emma

2025-06-17 “Herding Cats” by Kent (born 1998)

Checking in from the job site—today I’m walking through every line of the punch list with the GC. This isn’t just the electrical side, that I know well. It’s drywall, painting, floor transitions, HVAC systems, plumbing, kitchen cabinets... all of it.

Honestly, I’m frustrated. Some of the labor showing up? Way underqualified. I’m not trying to sound harsh, but this isn’t volunteer work. They’re getting paid, and that means something. You oughta take pride in your work—especially when it's someone else’s home you're working on.


I’ve been thinking a lot about labor shortages in the city. There’s plenty of people out there needing work, but matching skills to jobs seems like this whole separate puzzle. We’re building more than structures here—we’re building chances. But the follow-through matters.

Still, I like it. It’s a preview of what being a general contractor is going to be like. The pressure, the moving pieces, the people management—it’s a lot. But it fits me.

Now, I’d like to add that working on that license has been fun in a way. A lot of it is common sense, if you ask me. And a lot of it is learning about 12 zillion building codes and when they apply.

But, I’m making good progress, and looking forward to moving up from coordinating the work to being the actual general contractor.

Head down, tools out, moving forward.

2025-06-17 “More Than Just Soap” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey y’all! I work the night show today, so I spent this morning helpin’ out at the church shelter again. 

They got a whole stack of donated soap from a shop in Manhattan—fancy stuff that came in with the wrong labels. It says “Strawberry Crème” but smells like lavender. The shop didn’t want to rewrap it, so they passed it along here.

Emma works in the storage area of a homeless shelter unpacking donated soap.  Emma Knox, a young woman with wavy light brown hair and a warm smile, stands inside a supply room at a Brooklyn church homeless shelter. She wears a soft blue V-neck T-shirt and holds a bar of beige soap labeled “Strawberry Crème.” Behind her, shelves are filled with stacked boxes and toiletries, some clearly marked for donation. The lighting is bright and natural, capturing a moment of gentle service and quiet purpose.



But the folks at the shelter? They don’t mind a bit.

To them, it ain’t about the label. It’s about havin’ somethin’ clean to hold in your hands. It’s about washin’ off the sidewalk grit and feelin’ human again. I don’t think most folks understand how dignity can live in a hot shower and a bar of soap.

So I’m here, unpackin’ boxes and stackin’ shelves. It’s small work, maybe. But it’s holy in its own way.

—Emma

2025-06-16 “Remodel Struggles” by Hannah (born 2002)

Quick check-in from a Midtown coffee shop—I’m between meetings today and grabbing caffeine before hopping the next train.

A young woman, likely Hannah Madison, stands smiling inside a well-lit Manhattan coffee shop. She has chin-length brown hair, a round face, and expressive eyes. She wears a light blue blouse tucked into tailored gray slacks. The background shows a busy café scene with several people talking and ordering drinks beneath pendant lights. The overall tone is warm and professional, suggesting a moment of calm amid a busy workday.

So some of you will recall that Will Robertson assigned Merritt and me to manage the project for Stop-Gap Housing. It’s part of our work history to get our actual NY engineering licenses. Officially, Will is the engineer on the project and he looks at everything before sending it off with his signatures, but in practice Merritt and I are doing almost everything.

It’s amazing. And challenging. David Stewart, another NYC SysCo engineer, meets with us and mentors us, but we’re doing most of the work.

Plus, I’m really happy that Kent is the “boots on the ground” contact person for the general contractor. He’s having his own challenges.

Today, some electrical company (not Kent’s) is supposed to be pulling wiring in one of the sites Tom’s developing for Stop-Gap Homes. The wires run through conduits. Different conduits, different purposes.

“Hannah, I don’t get it,” Kent said a little while ago on the phone. “Everything is marked correctly on the plans. It took them three tries to get the 220 for the appliances pushed through the right conduit. I finally said, ‘Go to the other end, run the snack back from there, and pull the wire!’ They looked at me like I was a genius!”

I told him he probably is!

He was so frustrated, Merritt said he’d pop over after he gets done in the Bronx and buy Kent a burger. Fast food, for the win!

Hope your Monday’s off to a smooth start 

2025-06-16 “Goodnight Thoughts” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey y’all!

We had a meetin’ earlier today with Shy Ryder and a couple of folks who might become major donors to the Stop-Gap project. It wasn’t just polite conversation—real decisions got made, and real support might be comin’. I mostly sat quiet, took notes, and answered when they asked, but I could feel it… the kind of moment where things shift, just a little.

Afterward, I came upstairs, changed into somethin’ more comfortable, and just settled in. Me an’ Merritt ended up sittin’ in the common room for a bit.

I told him about the meetin’—what Shy said, what the donors asked, how I was tryin’ not to fidget too much in my nice shoes. He told me about his latest buildin’ site headaches and how Kent finally got the electrical team to stop runnin’ things through the wrong conduit.

Emma checks in from the living room of her apartment in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox, a young woman with wavy light brown hair and youthful features, sits casually on a light-gray couch in her Brooklyn apartment at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage complex. She wears a soft white, off-the-shoulder T-shirt and medium-wash jeans. Her expression is relaxed and gently smiling as she looks toward the camera. One hand rests lightly against her cheek, and a framed art print hangs on the wall behind her. The lighting is natural and soft, capturing a calm, lived-in evening moment in her home.

It wasn’t a big dramatic moment. Just the kind where you lean into the quiet and let someone share the day with you. And that? That’s enough sometimes.

Night y’all. I’m headin’ to bed with a calm heart and a soft pillow.

—Emma

2025-06-16 “Day By Day” by Melissa (born 1989)

After a full day of teaching kindergarten, Melissa had barely enough time to change shirts before catching the subway to meet Shay Ryder and Emma Knox. They were meeting with two potential donors for the Stop-Gap Housing program—people with real money and serious questions.

They didn’t ask anything rude. But they were curious, almost gently stunned: How do working people in a city like this end up homeless?

Melissa told them. Quietly, simply.

She told them how her husband, Darius, had died from COVID in the earliest days, when the ER was chaos and Brooklyn was sirens. She told them how she stayed afloat for two years, until Elijah's seizures began—until unpaid leave and copays chipped away everything she’d built. She told them how she’d parked on safe streets and made dinner over a camp stove in the back seat. How she’d tucked Elijah in beside her and whispered stories about camping adventures so he wouldn’t feel afraid.

She didn’t dramatize it. Just offered it honestly, like truth was the most persuasive thing she had to give.

While she spoke, Kent and Jacob were across town—helping Elijah with his homework, making sure he ate, letting him win at Mario Kart, and getting him into bed. Melissa hadn’t even asked. They’d just offered.

Later, when she returned to their unit in Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments and peeked through the door to check on her sleeping son, she had to stop and breathe.

Melissa checks on her sleeping son, Elijah, before going to bed.  Melissa Gaines, a young woman with wavy shoulder-length brown hair and blonde highlights, is seen in a close-up nighttime portrait inside her dorm unit at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments. She peeks peacefully around the edge of a natural wood door, her face softly lit in the dim room. Her expression is calm and serene, with one eye visible and a gentle smile on her lips. The background is dark, hinting at a sleeping child’s room beyond. The setting evokes warmth, security, and quiet reflection.

They had a door. A bed. Light. Warmth.

She remembered what it felt like to crack the car window on hot nights and hope no one looked in.

Things still weren’t perfect. But tonight, she let herself believe they might be heading in the right direction.

2025-06-16 “Monday Moves” by Emma (born 1861)

Good morning ever’body. It’s Monday, an’ I got to get moving. Thanks for checking in with me!

Naturally, I got to get up an’ get dressed. I don’t have to fuss about that, though, on account I go right to work after breakfast to get read for the matinee show where I take off the press on fingernails, put on makeup, do up my hair, and put on a costume.

Emma greets readers from the bedroom of her apartment.  Emma Knox, a young woman with long, wavy brown hair tied half-up, sits cross-legged on a neatly made bed in the bedroom of her unit at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments. She wears a maroon button-up pajama top and smiles warmly at the camera. The bedding is a mix of white and burgundy tones, and natural light filters in through a window with beige curtains. The room features a wooden headboard, a bedside lamp, and a cozy, calm atmosphere that suggests a peaceful morning at home.

Today, Merritt an’ Kent are making up breakfast for us all. They got to bragging about omelets las’ night, so today they are cooking ‘em!

Now, the big thing today is after the matinee. Shay Ryder asked me and Melissa Gaines, the woman from the bus stop I met that inspired Stop-Gap Housing. Shay wants us to jus’ tell ‘bout meeting, and what happened after. Then Melissa will ‘splain what happened that she ended up living in her car.

I still hardly believe it. Hospital copays an’ deductibles used up all her savings an’ then some. Next thing, she’s a kindergarten teacher living in her car! 

Well, all that’s be talked ‘bout, so I should get going. (But if you want to see it all in one place, Merritt made some posts called “Catch Up Time” an’ they are on Blogger.)

Thanks for reading my story! Have a great day!

2025-06-15 “Father’s Day Thoughts” by Emma (born 1861)

First off, if you think this dress looks like it come from a thrift shop, that’s pro’lly on account that it did. Hannah says it’s cute, but admits it looks a li’le old fashioned.

Well, what that I was born in 1861, it looks fancy to me! An’ it feels real good, too.

Speaking o’ being born. Most o’ you know I got memories of four versions of me, so even though I was born in 1861, I also got memories of being born in 1965 twice an’ once in 2005, too.

Now, as it’s Father’s day, I wanted to say a few things.

Emma checks in from outside her church in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox, a young woman with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, stands smiling in front of a red brick church on a Sunday morning in Brooklyn. She is wearing a light mauve dress with puffed lace-trimmed sleeves and a sheer embroidered neckline. The background shows a man walking up the church steps and a parked car along the curb. The lighting is soft and natural, capturing a peaceful and reverent mood as Emma prepares to attend church.

I know not all of us had fathers much worth celebrating. I know some folk get sad on Father’s Day, an’ I suppose it’s on account of what they didn’t have when e’rybody else is celebrating what they had.

Well, all the versions of me were born poor as could be outside o’ Vicksburg, MS. My natural daddy from 1861 worked on a plantation ‘til emancipation, then took on as a sharecropper. The other 3 were ‘bout the same, but called tenant farmers.

They were different, naturally, given how time changed, but all I can say is they shared one idea: get Emma married off and hope she does better.

As for 1800s me, I didn’t know much affection or closeness. Daddy was doing all he could to keep food on the table, an’ didn’t seem to care about much more.

Well, now, I’m living in 2025, and the memories of that daddy are a little softer. He wanted to make a happy home, but life was hard. 

Took me ‘til ‘bout now for me to see he was trying. Didn’t change the feeling of being looked past, but him wanting to marry me off or get me out of the house to a good job was, he figured, for my own good.

I guess I mean to say, none of the versions of my daddy meant to harm me.

Now, I’m not saying all daddy’s in the world are that way. But mine was. 

So, I’m gonna call my 2025 daddy and tell him I hope he’s having a good day. And I really hope he is.

2025-06-13 “Who You Take With You” by Hannah (born 2002)

Good morning. Merritt and I are on our way to check in with a work site. He just ducked into a little market to grab something (my guess: trail mix), so I’m holding his iced coffee and enjoying the breeze for a sec.

Hannah shares a thought as she stands on the sidewalk in Manhattan (waiting on Merritt).  Hannah Madison stands smiling on a sunny Manhattan sidewalk, surrounded by yellow taxis and city bustle. She’s wearing a crisp white cotton blouse tucked into high-waisted beige trousers with a brown leather belt. Her short brown hair is neatly styled, and her hands rest casually in her pockets. The background shows a tree-lined street flanked by shops, awnings, and pedestrians. The atmosphere feels lively and fresh, capturing a candid moment in the middle of a weekday city walk.

Last night after dinner, Kent and I were sitting in the common area, cuddling and just talking. I told him how proud I was—his studies for his general contractor license are going great. 

I said, “You’ve really come a long way. You’ve said the Bronx was tough growing up, but now you own your own business. And it’s growing.”

He nodded and said, “Yeah… I guess you’re right, but…”

And then he paused. I didn’t say a word—I knew he was about to say something I didn’t want to miss.

He looked at me and said, “I’ve been thinking… I don’t think success should be measured by how far you go in life.”

I said, “Go on…”

And he finished with, “Success… maybe real success isn’t how far you go, but how many people you take with you.”

That stuck with me. Still sitting with it, honestly.

He’s not wrong.

—Hannah

2025-06-13 “Just A Thought” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey y’all—I work the night show at the theater tonight, so I’m takin’ the morning slow. Just sittin’ here with my coffee and thinkin’.

There’s a lotta shelters already out there. Not just the new ones we’re workin’ on with Stop-Gap Housing, but the ones that’ve been doing this work quietly for years.

An’ there’s also a whole bunch of thrift stores. I was wonderin’… what if folks who had a little extra money bought stuff from thrift stores and donated it to shelters?

Emma checks in from her apartment in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox, a young woman with long, wavy brown hair, sits at a wooden table in her apartment at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments in Brooklyn. She’s wearing a dark green t-shirt and resting her head lightly against one hand while smiling warmly at the camera. The kitchen in the background features white cabinetry, a white subway tile backsplash, and a few everyday appliances like a kettle and toaster. Soft natural light fills the space, giving the scene a peaceful, thoughtful atmosphere.



Things like socks, underwear (new ones, obviously), towels, jeans, shirts, hoodies… Stuff that’s always needed but often overlooked. You’d be helping the thrift store and the shelter at the same time. Two birds. One warm hoodie.

I dunno—just a thought from my kitchen table.

Thanks for readin’ my story—

—Emma

2025-06-11 “Grateful” and "Good Night" by Emma (born 1861)

GRATEFUL

Got up early today, because I’m workin’ the matinee down at the theater. Just felt like I wanted to take a quiet moment and write a few thank-you notes.

Emma checks in from her apartment in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox, a young woman with long, wavy brown hair, sits at a marble kitchen counter in her Brooklyn apartment wearing a white bathrobe. She smiles gently toward the camera with her hands on a laptop keyboard. Behind her are clean white cabinets, a white tile backsplash, and kitchen essentials like cutting boards, a kettle, and jars arranged neatly. The lighting is natural and bright, giving the space a fresh, peaceful morning feel. This is her unit in Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments, where she lives and volunteers with the Stop-Gap Housing initiative.

We’ve had folks givin’ time, supplies, and money to help move the Stop-Gap Housing program forward. So I’m sendin’ out handwritten notes from my little kitchen table—tryin’ to let people know how much it means.

I’m reminded o’ what Ailana Geven says sometimes: “If ever’body does a little, a lot gets done.”

That’s really how I see this work—it ain’t all up to one person. It’s about a bunch of folks helping out in their own way, and trustin’ it matters.

Before I get dressed for the show, I’m sittin’ with this verse: 

“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” —Galatians 6:9

Thanks for readin’ my story.


GOOD NIGHT

Hey ever’body. I made a title of “Good Night” ‘stead o’ “Goodnight” on purpose. That was on account that it was a good night

Nothing big to report, but work today was really good. The crowd for the matinee was lively, and it just felt like one of those days where everything clicked.

After the show, Tom pulled me aside and said he had some good news on the Stop-Gap Housing front—
The city inspectors and code enforcement folks looked over the building plans and told him things looked good. It’s not official yet, but it’s a strong sign we’re on the right track. And I’ll take every bit of encouragement I can get.

Emma checks in from her apartment in Brooklyn.  Emma Knox, a young woman with long, wavy brown hair, stands barefoot inside her apartment at Tom Jenkins’s American Heritage Apartments in Brooklyn. She wears a red cropped tank top and rolled blue jeans, smiling warmly as she poses in front of a large window with the city skyline softly glowing behind her. The evening light and blue sky give the scene a cozy, peaceful atmosphere. A potted plant stands near the window, and the soft lighting inside highlights the relaxed mood of a quiet, meaningful night.

Once I got home, me, Merritt, Hannah, and Kent had dinner together. Merritt made this rich, savory stew from scratch—used beef tips, carrots, and potatoes, and even an onion soup mix in the broth. Hannah made those dinner rolls that come in the can you gotta whack on the counter (we both jumped when it popped). Kent set the table, and I made sweet tea.

There’s somethin’ beautiful in sharing a meal with people who’ve seen your hard days and stayed anyway.

That’s all for now. I’m just grateful—tired in the good way.

An’ now I will say goodnight! 

Thanks for readin’ my story.


2025-06-10 “Muffins For Work” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey everyone! On my way to work this morning, but making a quick stop at the market to get some muffins for the dressing room. Gotta keep the energy up!

Emma checks in from the sidewalk in Brooklyn.  A close-up shot captures Emma Knox, a young woman with long, wavy brown hair with subtle blonde highlights, smiling brightly at the camera while standing on a wet cobblestone street in Brooklyn. She is holding a large blue umbrella over her head to shield from the rain. She is wearing a loose-fitting light blue short-sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans. A black shoulder bag hangs on her left side. The street is wet from rain, reflecting the light. In the blurred background, other people are visible, some with umbrellas, walking on the street lined with brick buildings. The atmosphere suggests a casual, rainy day in a city setting.

It's a bit rainy out here in Brooklyn, but still beautiful.

Things with Stop-Gap Housing are moving along, but from my view, definitely at a snail's pace. But my ol' Granny always said steady was better than spurts! Trying to keep that in mind as we push forward.

Wishing you all a cozy and productive day!

2025-06-10 ”A New Page” by Izzy (born 1999)

I guess I need to let everyone know… I’m going to have a part in things around here going forward.

I guess I’ll back up.

People sometimes ask where I’m from—truth is, I’m a working-class kid from Blue Island, Illinois. My mom delivered mail, my dad fixed elevators, and I ran track and played volleyball until I landed my first modeling job at 16. I guess my genes created an opportunity.

Izzy chats with readers as she explains her decisions about her future.  A young red-haired woman with long, wavy hair and a round, freckled face sits at a wooden table in a cozy Brooklyn coffee shop. She is wearing an oversized navy blue T-shirt and fitted white shorts, with neatly manicured white nails visible as she types on a MacBook Pro. Her face is turned slightly toward the camera with a soft, confident expression. The café setting features large industrial-style windows, exposed brick walls, and warm ambient lighting. The natural daylight and sharp focus highlight her vibrant hair and subtle face lines.



I developed early physically—began wearing a C cup bra by age 14, making me the target of mixed attention. Tough then, but I pushed through it. I suppose it was something that shaped my comfort in front of the camera later.

When I was 17, I met Ailana Geven (@ailana.geven). I was 2 years younger and at least 2 cup sizes larger at the time when we started doing niche fashion modeling for a company that made sportswear and swimwear. She was new. I was a veteran for around 12 months!

That job led to nine wild years of sports and swimwear gigs, and eventually… burnout.

Somehow, I finished college fairly normally, and last December I finished my Master’s in Psychology from Pepperdine.

But nine years of studios, arenas, and appearances for different brands… It was too much.

So I hit pause. Now I’m starting a new chapter. Ailana’s friends in Brooklyn have started a program that is part of a non-profit called Habitat Housing.

The program is called Stop-Gap Housing. It will find people who have full-time jobs but that are homeless and give them a temporary place to call their own.

Part of the program is to work with the residents helping them transition from living on the street back into housing of a sort. Then, to help them navigate the process of finding a permanent home of their own.

Paul tapped me to be the case worker. I interviewed with Habitat Housing, and… yeah… that’s happening.

I told my agent, I’d have to model only part-time and that I’d need ample notice to fit things in. She wasn’t happy about it, but said she understood. 

Not bad for a redhead from the South Side.

2025-06-09 “Quick Lunch” by Hannah (born 2002)

2025-06-09 QUICK LUNCH by Hannah (born 2002)—Good afternoon from the sliver of time I have between that earlier thing and the next one! Grabbing lunch, completely replete with deliciousness and loads of things doctors don’t recommend.

I’m in Queens double-checking markups on an old blueprint for one client and having a face-to-face “what do you exactly want?” meeting with another. Liza McDuffy (she’s still interning at NYC SysCo) is with me. She snapped the photo and said I should post it.

Hannah Madison is seated at a McDonald's restaurant in Queens, smiling warmly at the camera. She has short, neatly styled brown hair and is wearing a vibrant emerald green satin blouse. In front of her is a tray with a cheeseburger and French fries on a napkin, alongside a smartphone resting on the table. A large McDonald’s cup is visible nearby, and the background shows a brightly lit, bustling fast-food interior with other diners and red-and-yellow branding. The atmosphere is casual and cheerful, suggesting a quick lunch during a busy day.

Just to catch up, Devon’s first term at Columbia went well. He’s also interning at NYC SysCo, and is in fact out in the field with Merritt today. 

Meanwhile, Merritt and I are knocking off criteria for our NY Engineering licenses. 

Things with the Humanity Housing program we’re starting up (Stop-Gap Housing) are moving quickly. Tom has lined up a property and the blueprints are approved. It’s in the hands of the General Contractor now, who is starting the permit-pulling process.

And… as for General Contractor details…

You may recall that Shay Ryder’s mother, Carol, has injected herself into the Stop-Gap Housing project. She has all but forced Kent (who was glad, but surprised) into the process of getting a General Contractor license. You’ll recall that he’s a licensed electrician with his own company. 

Carol is using her assets and connections to (her words) hurry Kent along!

Getting licensed as a general contractor in NYC isn’t something that happens overnight. First, you’ve gotta set up a legitimate business—Kent’s got that done. Then, there’s a $20,000 bond. Carol… even though we have plenty of money from Traveling Friends LLC…

After that, you submit everything to the Department of Buildings and wait. If you’re organized, the whole thing might take four months start to finish, but realistically—especially if you hit any snags with insurance or business filings—it can take closer to a year. 

Kent’s already got the experience and a solid reputation, so that helps. And Carol is making sure there are no snags.

So… that’s happening.

2025-06-09 “Keeping On” by Emma (born 1861)

Hey y’all, I’m workin’ later today, so this mornin’ I’m just catchin’ up on a little laundry and cleanin’ around the apartment. I like startin’ slow sometimes… let the sunlight come in and let my brain wake up before I try anything complicated.

Emma Knox stands beside a large window in her Brooklyn apartment, smiling warmly at the camera. She’s wearing a light pink tank top and faded blue jeans, with her wavy brown hair draped over one shoulder. Behind her, the cityscape of Brooklyn is softly blurred in the morning light, with rooftops and buildings visible through the glass. The scene is bright and natural, evoking a feeling of quiet optimism and readiness for the day ahead.


None of us have heard anything from The Agency in a while. Not a single update. Even Paul Charm seems kinda puzzled, and he’s usually the one who knows what’s up before the rest of us. So we’ve all been feelin’ just a bit uneasy.

Our best guess is we’re supposed to just keep doin’ what we been doin’—Payin’ It Forward. Small stuff. Random Acts of Kindness. That was more or less what we did for most o’ last summer an’ up into the fall, so we figure we should stick with that and be patient.

An’, I guess I should say that we’re all still adjustin’ to the memory merges, too. When your timeline gets synced up with your other self’s, it’s like suddenly rememberin’ a whole other life you didn’t live—but did? It’s weird, but we’re makin’ peace with it.

An, I guess some o’ you recall that on the 1985 Off-Line group, Hannah an’ Kent are already married an’ Merritt an’ Emma… me… are already married. Us in 2025 have had to just admit that having their memories of being husband an’ wife make things a lil’ hard for us that aren’t married.

I guess you can imagine! An’ I guess you can imagine we’re talkin’ about getting married ourselves. Truth is, those in 1881 have done decided to have weddings, and are jus’ working out when, where, and all that.

So, I guess I’ll end saying things are going on, and we’re doing okay. Anyway, time to finish cleanin’. Hope y’all start the week with a kind heart and steady courage.