June 18, 2012
Solitude
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the...
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June 17, 2012
The Grit of Unfinished Paths
The smell of wet concrete always brings me back to the unfinished basement of my childhood home. It is a sharp, mineral...
June 17, 2012
The Weight of the Return
We travel to find something, or perhaps to lose it. The departure is always loud—the anticipation, the heavy bags, the maps spread...