May 20, 2024
The Room Behind the Eyes
When I was seven, I spent an entire rainy Tuesday hiding in the back of my mother’s wardrobe. It was dark, smelling...
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Reflections
May 20, 2024
The Weight of Time
Seneca once remarked that we are all in a state of constant motion, yet we rarely consider the direction of our travel...
May 20, 2024
The Sharpness of Sweetness
The taste of summer is always a little bit metallic. It is the cold, sharp bite of a soda can against the...