Borrowed roots
The trees in my neighborhood are squeezed into small dirt rectangles between brick sidewalks and asphalt roads. Their branches get routinely hacked off, and…
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Artful dispatches from the places where we find ourselves
The trees in my neighborhood are squeezed into small dirt rectangles between brick sidewalks and asphalt roads. Their branches get routinely hacked off, and…
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Bread—real bread, slow bread, the kind made with flour and water and the wild yeasts captured from surrounding air—carries the taste of a place….
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