September 5, 2017
The Skin of Memory
There is a specific silence in a kitchen after the cooking is done. It is not the absence of noise, but the...
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Reflections
September 5, 2017
The Ink of Breath
The smell of dry earth after a long drought always brings me back to the feeling of grit under my fingernails. It...
September 3, 2017
Carved Into the Silence
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, pulling out old journals I hadn’t touched in years. I found a pressed...
