The way that shadows of tree branches dance and oscillate against the wall in the morning sun. How I wake up a bit older, but indiscernably so, each day. When you randomly smell something and it “just brings you back” to some memory you didn’t know you had filed away. For the little Macintosh I ...

The way that shadows of tree branches dance and oscillate against the wall in the morning sun. How I wake up a bit older, but indiscernably so, each day. When you randomly smell something and it “just brings you back” to some memory you didn’t know you had filed away. For the little Macintosh I ...

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel a little catch, a little tickle in your throat? A touch nauseous? You climb into bed with a subtle dread, thinking “I’m pretty sure I will wake up full blown sick.” That was me, today. Yesterday, I had a sore throat — nothing unreasonable. Took...

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel a little catch, a little tickle in your throat? A touch nauseous? You climb into bed with a subtle dread, thinking “I’m pretty sure I will wake up full blown sick.” That was me, today. Yesterday, I had a sore throat — nothing unreasonable. Took...