Sarah AylwardThe MomentThough she dwelled in a landlocked state the smell in the air was that of the sea, of the brine that never failed to conjure nostalgia for…Feb 11, 2016Feb 11, 2016
Sarah AylwardShe’d Take My Youth“It’s amazing,” she says to me, with her head tilted and her eyes narrowed, as though she can see through me, “how we all change. Bit by…Feb 11, 2016Feb 11, 2016
Sarah AylwardThe Sound of Silence: How I Heard More When I Stopped ListeningI was afraid of being lonesome. When I first moved into a space of my own ten years ago, I was uncomfortable with the sound of silence.Feb 11, 2016Feb 11, 2016