Reflections

September 30, 2018

We often treat the act of eating as a mere punctuation mark in the sentence of a day—a quick breath taken between...

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September 29, 2018

I keep a small, chipped ceramic bowl in the back of my cupboard, its glaze worn thin by decades of use. It...

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September 28, 2018

There is a specific, gritty warmth to the first light of spring—the way it tastes like dry dust and damp earth waking...

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