Nature

Kishimi and the gift of knowing

A gentle slope drops from the back of our house to an old stone wall, and beyond, a pond surrounded by…

What makes our heart quicken

When I walked outside the wind was racing through the trees and I thought to myself, This is alive.

“How can you like a killer?”

Detective Sunderson walked backward on the beach glancing around now and then to make sure he wasn’t going to…

The seeing of not seeing from Alison Jardine

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What I see clearly I pass by.

Worn-out cotton sacks

At that time, my dad had bought an old truck. He said to my mother, “Prissy, we are going to load all these kids in the…

“to leave a signal, a message of my own…”

Pebbles

Everything, everywhere, a memorial

When the character won’t walk into the frame

Alex would stop by in the morning on the way to the shack where Nathan kept the…

The day love reached across the path

It starts simply, in separate places. The seed takes root. It winds through the soil searching…

When winter takes a river

The ice forms surreptitiously, against all probability, when winter takes a river. The pieces form inadvertently…

The fleeting beauty of our Fall

This is how we age, the way Fall unfolds, not all in a rush, but in pieces and slow, at night when we…