Reflection

The Clock Nobody Owns

Most of us live like time is sitting in our back pocket, right beside our wallet and car keys. We…

4 weeks ago

Making Peace with Yesterday

Here is the quiet truth about regret. It does not knock politely. It barges in unannounced, usually late at night,…

2 months ago

The People We Outgrow

People rarely change all at once. They don’t wake up one morning as a different person, like a software update…

2 months ago

Dancing Sideways With Destiny

I have moved enough times in recent years to make my belongings suspicious of cardboard boxes. Eastern Townships of Quebec…

2 months ago

The Quiet Battle of Good Men

There is a strange sort of whiplash that comes with being a man these days. Not the fun kind you…

4 months ago

When the Mirror Finally Forgives You

We’re all experts in one thing: looking back and judging our past selves like a cranky movie critic who’s seen…

4 months ago

Poem: The Slow Burn Revival

They started with shy jokes that hinted at a tease,While their bodies remembered rhythms they thought were long gone,Each laugh…

4 months ago

When Mother Earth Finally Speaks

We’ve written songs about her beauty, built religions around her gifts, and plastered her image on reusable shopping bags. We…

5 months ago

The Whisper Between Moments

Every so often, the world takes its foot off the gas pedal and a moment hangs in the air a…

6 months ago

Reflections of Us

Robert and Elaina had wandered into one of those antique shops that feel more like attics than storefronts, where the…

6 months ago