February 5, 2021
The Weight of Quiet
It is 3:15 am. The house has finally stopped settling, and the silence is heavy enough to touch. In the daylight, we...
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Reflections
February 2, 2021
The Season of Unfolding
There is a rhythm to the way things bloom and then fade, a cycle that asks us only to witness. We spend...
February 1, 2021
The Table of Departures
My grandmother’s kitchen always smelled of charred scales and the sharp, bright sting of citrus. It was a scent that announced the...