Reflections

August 28, 2014

There is a profound dignity in the singular. We often measure our lives by the abundance of what surrounds us—the crowded table,...

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August 27, 2014

In the high, thin air of the mountains, the seasons do not arrive with the fanfare of falling leaves or the sudden...

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August 26, 2014

The smell of rain on hot asphalt always pulls the marrow from my bones. It is a sharp, metallic scent—the smell of...

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