There is something almost sacred about the quiet hum of a local donut shop on a Friday morning. You know that specific smell? It’s a warm, yeasty, sugared air that seems to stick to your clothes in the best way possible. It takes me right back to being a kid, standing on my tiptoes to … Read more
There is a specific kind of silence that only exists between two people who have been through everything together. You know that silence? The one where you’re sitting on the couch, both scrolling through your phones, or driving down a long stretch of highway without a radio, and you don’t feel the need to say … Read more
There is a specific kind of shift in the air when the long days of late May finally arrive. For many, the arrival of memorial day feels like the unofficial curtain call on the cooling days of spring and the grand, shimmering entrance into summer. I remember sitting on my back porch years ago, watching … Read more