August 31, 2017
The Ink of Ancestors
I keep a small, dried-up fountain pen in my desk drawer, its nib stained with a dark, stubborn ink that has long...
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Reflections
August 31, 2017
The Weight of the Harvest
We are taught that childhood is a garden meant only for blooming, a season of soft edges and unburdened hands. Yet, there...
August 30, 2017
The Dust of Childhood
The taste of dry earth always brings me back to the heat of a summer afternoon, the kind where the air feels...
