April 28, 2019
The Weight of Being Seen
It is 3:15 am, and the house is holding its breath. In the dark, I find myself thinking about the masks we...
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Reflections
April 27, 2019
The Weight of the Unspoken
The blue ceramic mug that sat on the third shelf of the cupboard is gone. It was chipped at the rim, a...
April 27, 2019
The Quiet Language of Petals
There is a specific kind of wisdom found in the way a flower unfolds. It does not rush to show its face...
