Monday, May 4, 2026

What is Lucy?

What is Lucy? 

Stardate 05.04.2026

There are moments when a project stops being a collection of ideas and starts becoming something closer to identity.

This is one of those moments.

For a long time, I thought building something like a van meant choosing cabinets, picking colors, and figuring out where things should go. But the more time I spend thinking about it, watching others build, and imagining my own path forward, the more I realize something different is taking shape.

So I asked myself a simple question:

What is Lucy?

And the answer surprised me in its simplicity.

Lucy is a modular system built on a fixed structural spine.

That’s it. That’s the foundation.

Everything else is detail.

But behind that sentence is a way of thinking that feels different from anything I’ve tried before.

Lucy is not being designed as a traditional camper or a finished interior that gets installed all at once. She is being shaped like a system—something that can be assembled, adjusted, and improved over time.

A structure first. Then living components that attach to it.

A spine that holds everything together.

From there, the rest begins to take form.

There is a fixed sleeping system in mind—a queen bed that anchors the space and sets the rhythm of the interior. Not as something that folds or transforms, but something stable enough to trust. Beneath it, space becomes functional instead of wasted. A place where structure and utility begin to overlap.

At the rear, the idea that first caught my attention still stands out: a pull-out grill system built with strength in mind. Not a lightweight accessory, but a mechanical extension of the van itself. Something that slides out, works hard, and disappears cleanly when not in use.

Above it all, the roof becomes another layer of the system—solar panels collecting energy, quietly supporting everything happening below. And alongside that, a portable extension of that same system exists on the ground when needed, expanding capability without complicating the structure overhead.

What I’m beginning to see is that nothing in Lucy exists in isolation.

Every piece has to connect to something else.

Every module has to serve a purpose beyond itself.

And everything ultimately ties back to that spine.

I’ve been thinking about why this approach feels different. I think it’s because it removes excess. It forces clarity. Instead of asking, “What else can I add?” it asks, “Does this belong on the system?”

That question alone changes everything.

It also reflects something I’m learning in life more broadly—that strength doesn’t always come from adding more. Sometimes it comes from building something solid enough that everything else can be simplified around it.

There’s still a long road ahead before Lucy becomes real. There are measurements to confirm, systems to map, and decisions that will need to be made carefully and in the right order.

But for the first time, I don’t feel like I’m chasing an idea.

I feel like I’m defining one.

“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.” — Proverbs 16:3

There’s comfort in that—not in rushing the outcome, but in trusting the process of building something with intention.

If Lucy has a purpose, maybe it’s not just travel or utility or even creativity.

Maybe it’s simply this:

To build something that holds together because it was designed to.


Captain’s Addendum

Bones: “So let me get this straight, Jim—he’s building a house that moves, and everything has to fit like it was engineered by Vulcans?”

Spock: “Doctor, I believe the correct term is ‘system optimization through structural coherence.’”

Bones: “That’s just a fancy way of saying he doesn’t want anything rattling loose at 70 miles an hour.”

And maybe that’s the quiet truth of it.

In life, as in building, what matters most isn’t how much you add—but whether what you build can hold together when things get rough.

Thank you for walking this road with me.

May you live long and prosper.

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Full Circle


Stardate 05.03.2026



This story is for anyone who feels distracted, lost, overlooked, unseen, overwhelmed… or simply worn down by life.

I’m with you.

I’ve always been with you — even during the long stretches when I wasn’t fully present in my own life.

I know what it feels like when disappearing seems easier than participating. When keeping your head above water takes everything you have, and you still feel like you’re sinking.

During the season that included COVID, I tried hard to stay upbeat. I tried to muscle through it. I tried to pretend I was managing better than I was.

But underneath, I was struggling.

So I did something different.

I asked for help.

For the men who came before me, that wasn’t the pattern. Strength meant silence. Endurance meant keeping it to yourself. You handled your business privately and didn’t burden anyone else with it.

I’ve come to believe that way of thinking cost a lot of good people unnecessary pain.

Seeking help did not make me weaker.

It helped me find my way back.

I still have a long way to go. But for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’ve come full circle.

For me, full circle means returning to the kid I once was — the one who lived in a natural state of joy without having to work for it. The kid who laughed easily. The kid who didn’t carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Some of the kids I grew up with are no longer here.

My neighbor Mark S. was one of my closest friends. He had an oversized heart, and he knew from a young age that his life might be shorter than most. Even with that knowledge, he lived with a lightness that I didn’t fully appreciate at the time.

It’s been hard to process all the losses. Some from long ago. Some from COVID. Some from circumstances I still don’t completely understand.

Grief has a way of stacking quietly over the years until one day you realize you’ve been living in a cave without knowing how you got there.

Today, I can say something I couldn’t say for a long time:

I’m coming out of the cave.

I’m thankful for the professional help I’m receiving. I’m thankful for the friends and family who stayed close, even when I wasn’t. I’m thankful that healing doesn’t require perfection — just willingness.

Yes, the world is changing.

Yes, I’m learning how to cope with it.

Yes, I have a long road ahead.

But today, I feel like I’m standing in the sunlight again.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18

If you’re in a cave right now, please hear me: you are not weak for needing help. You are human. And there is a way back to yourself, one small step at a time.

Join me here:
https://substack.com/@michaelmulliganlivelong


Captain’s Addendum

Bones: “You know, Spock, humans have a strange habit of thinking they’re supposed to fix themselves alone.”

Spock: “Indeed, Doctor. Yet the data consistently shows they heal more effectively in the presence of others.”

I’ve learned that strength isn’t found in isolation. It’s found in the courage to let someone walk with you for a while.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for being part of my life.

May you live long and prosper.

Saturday, May 2, 2026

Turning My Slush Fund into Miracles at Children's Hospital


Stardate 05.02.2026

My wife and I each keep a small “slush fund.”

Nothing fancy. Nothing official.

Just a little side pocket where tips, affiliate links, dog watching, and other odds and ends find a home. It’s not connected to our regular jobs. It’s our fun money. The kind you don’t feel guilty spending because it came from extra effort and small opportunities.

Over time, my personal slush fund quietly grew.

Not because I was trying to stockpile it. I simply wasn’t paying much attention to it.

Until now.

This week, I emptied the piggy bank.

Every dollar is going toward ordering author copies of all my books through Amazon. Authors get a generous break when ordering copies directly, though the tradeoff is the long wait for delivery. So I’m doing my best to think ahead — ordering early, planning carefully — so that when the books arrive, the proceeds can be maximized for the patients at our local children’s hospital.

It struck me how something that started as “fun money” quietly turned into “miracle money.”

Money that once might have gone toward gadgets, hobbies, or spontaneous purchases is now headed toward hospital rooms, coloring pages, and encouragement for children walking through hard days.

That shift didn’t feel like sacrifice.

It felt like alignment.

“Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.” — 2 Corinthians 9:7

Years ago, my wife and I were deeply influenced by Dave Ramsey and his encouragement to “live like no one else so later you can live like no one else.” That teaching helped us build discipline, structure, and intentionality with money.

I didn’t learn about slush funds from him. That was a little creative twist I added so we could preserve the integrity of the baby steps while still allowing room for fun and flexibility.

What I didn’t realize at the time was that this little system would one day become a pipeline for generosity.

A quiet reservoir waiting for a meaningful purpose.

If you don’t have your own version of a slush fund, you might consider it. Not as a budgeting tool. Not as a financial strategy.

But as a place where small blessings can collect until the right moment comes along to turn them into something bigger than you expected.

Today, mine is becoming miracles for children I may never meet.

And that feels like the best use of “fun money” I can imagine.

Join me here:
https://substack.com/@michaelmulliganlivelong


🖖 Captain’s Addendum

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Captain, it appears you have converted discretionary currency into humanitarian resources.”

Bones smirked. “Spock, sometimes the best medicine doesn’t come from a pharmacy.”

I’m learning that what seems small, saved quietly over time, can become something deeply meaningful when the moment is right.

May you live long and prosper.

Grateful for the chance to turn little things into big hope.

Friday, May 1, 2026

Irish Triplets Support Caveman Miracle Network


Stardate 05.01.2026


Today begins the first major fundraiser powered by the friends and family who make up the Caveman Miracle Network.

With the third book now published and available, the real work quietly shifts into motion. The writing, the editing, the late nights at the keyboard — those were important. But this is where the purpose steps forward. I’m dedicating the entire month of May to raising funds and awareness for the patients at our local children’s hospitals — the ones who need encouragement, distraction, hope, and love in the middle of hard days.

My boss at my day job generously gave me permission to set up a table in the break room. A simple table. A small space. But I’ve learned that small spaces often become sacred ground when the mission is clear.

Yesterday, my first personal order of 100 coloring books arrived on the doorstep. Holding that box felt different than any shipment before it. These weren’t just books. They were tools. They were invitations. They were quiet messengers of joy waiting to travel into hospital rooms.

Ten of those books were already spoken for.

They were requested by the family of our hometown’s newest professional football player, Kaden Wetjen, who you’ll see featured on the front cover. He was selected in the draft on Sunday, and as far as I know, he may be the first NFL athlete ever featured in a coloring book created specifically for children in hospitals.

That detail made me smile.

Not because of fame. Not because of sports.

But because of what it represents: a hometown kid, a family that cares, and a simple book finding its way into the hands of children who could use a bright moment.

If you feel led to help, you can order a copy of Where in the World is Wilson? through Amazon. If you’d like to bundle books together for donation, talk to me. There are always ways to make generosity travel further.

This coloring book is the third book born on St. Patrick’s Day, just like Live Long and Prosper and The Adventures of Castaway Wilson. I’ve started calling them the Irish triplets.

Three books. One birthday. One purpose.

To raise funds for Children's Miracle Network Hospitals and bring a little light into places that can feel very heavy.

The Caveman Miracle Network — my friends and family — have been walking beside me in this mission since late 2009. Some of them have watched this idea grow from a quiet thought into something that now shows up as boxes on doorsteps and tables in break rooms.

And I’m reminded again that meaningful work rarely starts with grand stages. It starts with willing hearts, simple tables, and people who say, “How can I help?”

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

This month is not about selling books.
It’s about placing hope into hands.
One coloring page at a time.

Join me here:
https://substack.com/@michaelmulliganlivelong


🖖 Captain’s Addendum

Spock tilted his head slightly. “Captain, it appears your mission involves distributing illustrated paper to young humans in medical facilities.”

Bones crossed his arms. “Spock, sometimes the smallest things do the most healing.”

I’ve learned that too. What looks like a simple coloring book on the outside can carry encouragement, distraction, and comfort on the inside. And sometimes, that’s exactly what’s needed.

May you live long and prosper.

With gratitude for every hand that helps carry this mission forward.