Best Friends by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of Small Things
I am generally wary of sentimentality, especially when it involves the artifacts of childhood. We are conditioned to view these objects as mere props, symbols of a fleeting innocence that adults project onto the young to soothe their own anxieties…
Lessons in the Quiet
I spent this morning trying to explain to my nephew why we shouldn't pull the weeds in the garden. He wanted everything neat, everything cleared away so the flowers could stand alone. I had to show him that the moss and the tangled vines aren't…
The Weight of the Unspoken
We are taught that prayer is a conversation, but perhaps it is merely a way to endure the silence. There are rooms where the air feels older than the stone, where the dust settles on thoughts we have not yet dared to name. To sit in such a…