Reflections

March 2, 2016

I spent this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in my kitchen. I’m not very handy, and after an hour of...

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March 2, 2016

There is a rhythm to the things we do when no one is watching. A repetitive motion that wears down the edges...

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March 1, 2016

The smell of a struck match always brings me back to the kitchen floor of my childhood. It is a sharp, sulfurous...

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