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I thought I would share some art that has been circulating in my family.

The celebration of Dia De Los Muertos during a pandemic

There’s something strangely pleasant about it. These days are always hot and stuffy; the sticky summer weather has come too early and it’...

I remember the day it all ended. Or rather, the days. I remember, first, a drizzly January long run and the voices of an NPR’s Up First t...

“Hi Zach,” Devin said, nervously stepping forward. There was an awkward silence as they all surveyed one another. “What are you doing her...

There once was a boy Who lived down in the caves It was by the seashore And he loved to watch the waves He dared not come out At least, n...

Zach watched Nova pluck a rose out of the bouquet, spinning it delicately between her nimble fingers. “What are you thinking?” Zach asked...

Which was the perfect type of rose? Red? White? Thorned? Plain? Nothing seemed right to him and the vendor was getting tired of waiting f...

I absolutely love the bright colors in this photo. It all began with a simple putting lesson with my dad. All of a sudden I spot a little...

Zach refused to look at her. They walked down the alley behind his house, looking for answers. After being told they’re main suspects, Za...