A small glass jar laying on its side, open to the right. Next to the opening is a red lid.

The Last Jar

That first taste takes me back. In that taste, I can feel her bustling around the kitchen, the mish-mash of heat from the oven and cool breeze from the back door, ajar. In that taste, she is there, in the kitchen. Nikesh Shukla

Jetty way out to small house structure. The jetty continues beyond it. The sun is setting, and there's a cloud cover so the water and sky are a shade of purple violet

There Is Always A Light Somewhere

We are all healers of the world. Rachel Naomi Remen

The Wisdom of My Father

I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by the little scraps of wisdom. Umberto Eco

The Good Ones

Good friends are like stars. You don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there. Unknown

The Spaciousness of Silence

Who cannot understand your silence, cannot understand your words. J.R. Tolkien

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