October 10, 2016
The Weight of Winter
I remember a morning in the high country where the air was so sharp it felt like breathing glass. My guide, a...
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Reflections
October 8, 2016
The Echo of a Song
The kitchen table in my childhood home still bears the faint, circular white ring where my father’s coffee mug sat every morning...
October 8, 2016
The Unspoken Hello
I remember sitting on a low stone wall in a village outside Luang Prabang, waiting for a rain shower to pass. A...
