October 25, 2012
The Weight of Small Hands
I watched my niece yesterday as she tried to fold her tiny hands exactly like her mother’s while we sat at the...
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October 24, 2012
The Breath of Stone
The air at that altitude tastes thin, like cold water sipped from a rusted tin cup. It carries the scent of dry...
October 24, 2012
Chasing Our Own Shadows
On our walk through life, we chase our own shadows – of who we are, or once were. We always want to...