March 27, 2020
The Quiet Visitor
I spent most of this morning staring at the frost patterns on my kitchen window. I had a list of things to...
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Reflections
March 26, 2020
The Geography of Unmapped Joy
There is a particular rhythm to the heat of mid-afternoon, a heavy, golden stillness that settles over the pavement and turns the...
March 26, 2020
The Weight of Hands
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am sitting here wondering about the things we fix just...