February 10, 2018
The Threshold of Silence
I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn down by years of being turned over in my palm. It...
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Reflections
February 9, 2018
The Weight of the Tide
There was a blue wool sweater, thick and smelling of cedar, that lived on the hook by the back door for seven...
February 8, 2018
Small Things That Stay
I spent an hour this morning trying to clear out my junk drawer. It is one of those tasks I have been...
