October 31, 2018
The Salt of Summer
The memory of summer is not a date on a calendar; it is the sharp, metallic tang of a tomato split open...
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Reflections
October 29, 2018
The Weight of Sweetness
I keep a small, tarnished silver spoon in the back of my kitchen drawer, its handle worn smooth by the thumb of...
October 29, 2018
The Weight of a Running Shadow
I keep a small, smooth stone in my desk drawer, worn down by years of being turned over in my palm. It...
