Reflections

July 30, 2020

I keep a pressed carnation inside a heavy dictionary, its edges now the color of tea-stained lace. It was once vibrant, a...

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July 29, 2020

It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the dust motes dancing in the sliver...

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July 29, 2020

How much of our identity is tethered to the numbers we carry? We spend our lives measuring ourselves against invisible standards—the tally...

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