Reflections

July 11, 2019

My grandmother used to say that the most honest work happens in the kitchen when the house is finally still. I remember...

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July 10, 2019

There is a sacred rhythm to the things we prepare for one another. Often, we move through our days with such haste...

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July 10, 2019

I remember the dust of the alleyways in late afternoon, when the sun hangs low and turns every stray particle into gold....

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