A Small, Closed Wooden Box

It was the last place I wanted to be. Whenever it had come up in conversation, I would always tell people that I had never had to spend a night in the hospital. I would say it with that false sense of pride that comes with believing it had more to do with some exaggerated…

The Power of a Book

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about contrasts and how much they reveal about ourselves and the societies in which we live. This could be because I just re-read one of my favorite books, Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities, in which contrast is the crux upon which the story is built. The famous opening…