Before they knew sadness tasted of mud and flora, that loneliness was the color blue, they leapt with faith and arms so open the air could not fill them fast enough. There was always something out of reach, some
Tag: fall 2023
For my grandmother, Laverne, who was the hungriest person I knew but also the most well-fed. L is for lemonade. I have yet to taste any better. Lemons from your trees sliced open by knives held by your grandbabies—we were
When I was about 10 years old, my father gave me a stamp album that had about one hundred Chinese stamps and a few other countries’ stamps in it. The Chinese stamps were mostly from the early 20th century.
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