Ordinary Mornings

At Art House America, a beautiful reflection on ordinary mornings from Allison Gaskins: The coffee pot steams and hisses at me like a surly teenager. Is this an early morning rebuke or a salute of some kind? Tentatively I suss my emotions: is the nagging fear there today? Does dread rest heavy on my shoulders [Read More...]

(A Poem for) Morning

The thing I love most about this time of year, when the days are approaching their longest here in the northern hemisphere, is that it’s bright and sunny in the mornings, sometimes before I wake up. And we’re about to move out of the apartment we’ve been in for the past several months, where we’ve [Read More...]


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