The Old Skinny Woman by Arif Hossain SayeedThe Weight of Water
I spent an hour this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in my kitchen. It was a small, stubborn thing, and my hands felt clumsy and tired by the time I finally finished. It made me think about how much of our lives is spent on these tiny,…
Reading to Teddy by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of a Whisper
The book is closed. Or perhaps it is just beginning. It does not matter. The words are not on the page; they are in the air, caught between the small hands and the soft, worn fur of a witness who cannot speak.
We teach them to read.…
New Beginnings by Nicole GilmerThe Salt of Returning
There is a specific grit to the air when you return to a place that once held your younger skin. It tastes like damp wool and the metallic tang of a coming rain, a flavor that sits at the back of the throat long after the wind has died down.…