August 16, 2017
The Language of a Wave
I remember sitting on a dusty curb in a village outside of Tbilisi, trying to explain to a local boy that I...
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Reflections
August 15, 2017
The Map of Our Years
I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning, tracing the faint, jagged scar on my thumb from a kitchen accident years...
August 15, 2017
The Weight of Small Things
If a memory is not held by the mind, does it cease to exist, or does it simply dissolve into the soil...
