Reflections

September 12, 2016

The smell of salt always brings back the feeling of wet sand between my toes—that cool, heavy grit that clings to the...

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September 11, 2016

I remember sitting in a small kitchen in Medellín, watching my grandmother prepare lunch. She didn’t rush. She handled each tomato and...

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September 11, 2016

I keep a small, dried lemon peel in a ceramic bowl on my desk, its edges curled like parchment and its scent...

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