February 1, 2022
The Weight of a Small Hand
When I was six, my grandmother would sit on the porch in the late afternoon, her hands resting in her lap like...
Author: Light & Composition Team
February 1, 2022
The Weight of Summer
I remember a creek behind my grandfather’s house in Shropshire where the water was always cold enough to make your shins ache....
January 30, 2022
The Unburdened Heart
There is a season in childhood that knows nothing of the weight we carry as adults. It is a time of pure...
