March 1, 2017
The Weight of Quiet
I spent this morning sitting on my porch, watching a neighbor pack up his car. He was moving, I think. He moved...
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Reflections
February 28, 2017
The Weight of Small Hands
In the study of biology, we learn that the human infant is born uniquely unfinished. Unlike the foal that stands within minutes...
February 28, 2017
The Architecture of Awe
The ceiling of my grandmother’s kitchen was once a map of water stains, a topography of leaks that I spent hours tracing...
