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Today, on my daily walk, I decided to visit one of my favorite spots. It’s a yard tucked back in … Continue reading Network Like a Gardener
It’s four in the morning. Tonight is one of those strange times—I don’t know why I woke at 2:30, unable … Continue reading The Givers Don’t Disappear
I was just thinking about culture this morning, how it teaches us to attach moral valuations to things that exist … Continue reading Beauty in All Things
I stood yesterday morning, looking at early sunlight as it spilled across the plants—echinacea flowers as big as my palm, … Continue reading Garden Cycles: A Reflection
Dancing is a human behavior. It’s as old as our species and has served as a multi-tool of sociality and … Continue reading We Are Made to Move
Periodically, I succumb to the necessity of buying new items of personal clothing, like underwear or socks. Recently, I bought … Continue reading New Socks, Who ‘Dis?