Reflections

July 27, 2024

I dropped a bowl of cherries on the kitchen floor this morning. They didn’t just land; they bounced, rolled, and scattered into...

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July 27, 2024

There is a specific silence that follows the final bite of something truly good. It is not the silence of hunger, but...

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July 26, 2024

When I was seven, my grandfather kept a chestnut mare named Bess in the paddock behind our house. I remember the smell...

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