January 28, 2012
Salt on the Tongue
The memory of a meal is rarely about the hunger it satisfied. It is about the way the steam curled against my...
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Reflections
January 26, 2012
The Pulse of Air
The smell of dry, sun-baked stone always brings me back to the heat of a summer afternoon, the kind that makes the...
January 25, 2012
The Weight of Waiting
We build things to last, yet we are only ever passing through. A button pressed, a door that does not open, a...