October 5, 2024
The Weight of Sunday Afternoon
When I was ten, my aunt would let me scrape the mixing bowl after she baked. It was always the same ritual:...
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Reflections
October 5, 2024
The Persistence of Earth
I am generally wary of the romanticization of labor. We have a tendency to look at the past through a soft, golden...
October 4, 2024
The Grit of Joy
The taste of river water is never just water; it is the metallic tang of silt and the cool, heavy breath of...