Reflections

November 23, 2021

I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer, worn smooth by my grandmother’s thumb over decades of mending. It is...

Read Article →

November 22, 2021

I remember sitting in my grandfather’s greenhouse in Somerset, watching him trace the veins of a fern with a trembling finger. He...

Read Article →

November 22, 2021

It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the ceiling, wondering if the ledger of...

Read Article →