The Weight of the Small
Why do we assume that significance is measured by scale? We spend our lives looking for the grand, the monumental, the things that cast long shadows across the earth. Yet, the world is held together by the quiet, the microscopic, and the fleeting.…
The Unscripted Encounter
There is a particular vulnerability in being seen before we have learned how to hide. We spend the better part of our adult lives curating our edges, smoothing over the parts of ourselves that feel too sharp or too raw, performing a version…
Cool Skin on Damp Earth
The smell of rain hitting hot, dry soil is a sharp, metallic sweetness that settles deep in the back of my throat. It is the scent of anticipation. I remember the feeling of wet grass against my ankles, the way the blades tickle and cling,…