Reflections

December 2, 2016

I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer, worn smooth by my grandmother’s thumb as she mended the linens of...

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December 2, 2016

There is a specific resistance when a fork meets a sponge cake—a soft, yielding sigh of flour and butter that vibrates through...

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December 1, 2016

I spent this morning trying to clear out the pantry, moving jars of spices and half-empty boxes of pasta. I found a...

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