2025-07-03 “Same As Regular” by Emma (born 1861)

Good morning, friends! I just sat down at my desk with my coffee, so I thought I’d make a post.

Well this Wednesday is same as regular for most most Wednesdays this summer—I’ve got the matinee shift today, so I’ll be heading to the theater pretty soon. Curtain’s at 10:30 and we wrap around 4, then the main show takes over.

Emma Knox sits at a wooden desk in a well-lit room, wearing a soft blue t-shirt and smiling warmly at the camera. She’s typing on a silver MacBook with a yellow coffee cup and saucer placed nearby. The setting includes wooden shelves with books and a few personal items, suggesting a cozy, lived-in space, likely part of her Brooklyn apartment.


I try to do a little bit of journaling or email before I leave. Sometimes I sneak a look at Facebook Marketplace to see if they got any clothes selling cheap, if I’m honest! 

An' Melissa told me the other day she’s lookin’ for church clothes for Elijah that don’t scream “school uniform,” so I might try to find somethin’ cute for him too.

Y’all ever notice how small things—like setting your mind in the morning—make a big difference in how you walk through the day? I came across this verse today that really helped frame my thoughts:

“You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.” —Isaiah 26:3

That’s what I’m after. Not perfection, just peace that comes from trust.

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.