The Echo of Our Passing
Dear traveler, I have been thinking about the things we leave behind when we think no one is watching. We are so careful with our legacies, aren't we? We build monuments, we write books, we try to carve our names into the bark of trees as if…
The Weight of Summer Heat
I keep a small, tarnished silver spoon in my desk drawer, its handle worn smooth by the thumb of a grandmother I barely knew. It is heavy for its size, a cold weight that anchors me when the air grows thick and stagnant. There is something…
The Weight of Layers
We spend our lives peeling back the skin of things, searching for a center that rarely reveals itself. We look for the core, the truth, the solid heart of the matter. But perhaps there is no core. Perhaps we are only ever the sum of our layers,…