May 14, 2014
The Iron Taste of Time
There is a specific, metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat when you stand near old, rusted iron. It...
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Reflections
May 13, 2014
The Weight of Being Small
I remember standing on a subway platform in Brooklyn, watching two brothers wait for the train. They couldn’t have been more than...
May 13, 2014
The Weight of Silence
I spent this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in the kitchen. It was a small, persistent sound—drip, drip, drip—that seemed...
