Reflections

November 6, 2022

I remember an old brass lantern sitting on my grandfather’s workbench in Shropshire. It hadn’t been lit in years, its glass clouded...

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November 6, 2022

The kitchen table in my grandmother’s house always held a bowl of fruit, but it is the specific absence of the summer...

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November 5, 2022

I have been thinking about what it means to be a witness. We spend so much of our lives rushing past the...

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