Reflections

October 18, 2016

I keep a small, silver paring knife in my kitchen drawer, its handle worn smooth by my grandmother’s thumb. It is a...

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October 17, 2016

There is a specific silence that follows the departure of something small and frantic. It is not a quiet of peace, but...

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October 16, 2016

I spent an hour tonight trying to find my keys, moving cushions and checking the pockets of coats I haven’t worn since...

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