November 26, 2020
The Hum of Pavement
The smell of rain hitting hot stone is a scent that travels deeper than memory. It is the smell of a city...
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Reflections
November 26, 2020
The Ritual of Small Things
There is a particular rhythm to a Tuesday afternoon in La Paz, where the air feels thin and the shadows stretch long...
November 25, 2020
The Crispness of July
When I was seven, my grandmother kept a small wooden bowl of Granny Smith apples on the kitchen table in Enugu. I...