August 26, 2016
The Grit of Rest
The taste of cold metal always lingers on the back of my tongue when I think of long days spent under an...
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Reflections
August 25, 2016
The Quiet Ritual of Morning
I burned my toast this morning. It was a small, stupid mistake, but it felt like a bad start to a Tuesday....
August 25, 2016
The Weight of the Pause
I keep a small, rusted iron key in my desk drawer that no longer fits any lock in my house. It is...
