The Small Miracles We Almost Miss
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The other day, I went looking for a package.
That’s really all it was. I was leaving town within the hour for a friend’s 60th birthday, and inside that package was a swimsuit I was hoping to bring. Not a big deal, but I didn’t have a good one, and I really wanted it. ;)
So when I pulled into my neighborhood and saw the mail truck, I did something I almost never do.
I parked the car, got out, and chased after the mailman to ask if—by any chance—he might have my package and be willing to give it to me early.
He said no.
Which, honestly, I expected.
But then, right in the middle of that very normal interaction, this beautiful puppy came out of nowhere and ran straight into my arms. Like full body joy, licking my face, completely delighted to be alive and apparently delighted to see me.
I laughed, of course. It was so sweet.
And then I looked around.
No leash. No person.
The puppy ran off.
I turned to the mailman and said, “Oh no, I think we need to go after him.” And he was like, “He’s got a collar. I’m sure he belongs to one of these houses.”
But something in me didn’t feel settled about it.
So I wandered up the street, looking for him, peeking into yards, calling out a little. I didn’t see him, so after a few minutes I came back.
And then the mailman said, “Actually, if you show me your ID, I’ll give you the package.”
So I did.
Which kept me there just a little longer.
And then, suddenly, I saw the puppy again.
He was running across the busy street at the end of the block. And a car was coming. I screamed. The car missed her by an inch.
And then I was in the street, stopping traffic, scooping her up, my heart racing.
I found the number on her collar and called it.
The owner answered.
He was in Panama.
There was a dog sitter who was supposed to be watching her, but clearly something had gone sideways. I told him what had happened—that the dog had almost been hit, that I had her, that I was trying to get her home.
Eventually, I got her safely back to the house.
And as I gathered myself, what struck me wasn’t just that I happened to be there. But how many small things had to line up for me to be there.
The package was supposed to arrive two days earlier—but didn’t.
I just happened to be leaving town that day.
I just happened to really want what was inside that package.
I just happened to see the mail truck.
I just happened to do something slightly out of character and go chasing after it.
He just happened to say no at first.
And then yes.
Which meant I stayed a little longer.
Which meant I was there when the puppy ran into the street.
Which meant I could do something.
And I keep thinking about how this is probably happening all the time.
These small, quiet orchestrations.
These small miracles.
How life just might be arranging itself in our favor all the time.
xo Andrea
The spring Wild Writing classes are almost full (!!), which makes me so happy. There are just a handful of spots remaining across the current sessions.
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April 22 – June 10, 2026
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April 24 – June 12, 2026
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Sundays · 8:30am–10am AM PST
April 26th – June 28th, 2026
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YOUR INVESTMENT
Early bird: $360 until March 31
Regular price: $400 starting April 1
Class begins: April 22nd/24th/26th, 2026 - June 2026
Wild Writing (created by my dear friend Laurie Wagner) has been my quiet, steady practice for over two decades. It’s the thing that keeps me connected—to myself, to my voice, to something deeper and more honest.
It’s not about being a “good” writer.
It’s about telling the truth.
Letting the pen move.
Listening for what wants to be said.
And doing it in the company of others who are doing the same.
You can find all the details and grab one of the remaining spots here:
https://www.andreascher.com/e-courses/wild-writing/
Just register + then email me to let me know which session is your preference!
With love,
Andrea



These small, quiet orchestrations.
These small miracles.
Yes!! I love this. 💕✨