February 3, 2022
Where the Footsteps Go
It is 3:15 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the wall, wondering why we are so...
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Reflections
February 1, 2022
The Quiet Observer
I spent an hour this morning trying to coax my neighbor’s cat out from under the porch. It wasn’t hiding out of...
February 1, 2022
The Weight of a Small Hand
When I was six, my grandmother would sit on the porch in the late afternoon, her hands resting in her lap like...