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Story-Telling

Watching my mother pray in the soft light of our night lamp was calming. She only did it in the evening, after she prepared the stresses of our day to be manage... Read More

Midnight Blues

My eyes are closed, but my mind is not. The standard red of the clock burns my eyes as I read off the time. It’s just after 3AM and I should be asleep. ‘Should ... Read More

Where’d My Innocence Go?

Lately I have been finding myself feeling especially empty whenever my gaze meets that of a young child. For instance, as I people-watched in my local Starbucks... Read More