September 8, 2014 Echoes in the Stone I once sat on a wooden bench in a cathedral in Lyon, watching an old woman trace the grooves of a stone... Read Article →
September 8, 2014 Shelter in the Ordinary I forgot my umbrella this morning, and of course, the sky opened up just as I reached the subway stairs. I stood... Read Article →
September 7, 2014 The Hum of Starlight The smell of ozone always reminds me of the attic in my childhood home, where the air felt thick with the static... Read Article →