September 16, 2023 The Weight of the Furrow The wooden plow handle is gone, worn smooth by hands that no longer exist to hold it. I think of the callouses... Read Article →
September 15, 2023 The Quiet Between Heartbeats I was standing in the grocery store aisle this morning, staring at a wall of cereal boxes, when I realized I had... Read Article →
September 15, 2023 The Weight of the Cold I woke up this morning to find the radiator had stopped working. The house felt thin, like the walls were made of... Read Article →