The World Between the Tides

Some of my happiest childhood memories began along the rocky shores of Carmel, California, where mornings spent exploring tidepools with my dad and brother...

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The Things We Weren’t Looking For

  I was nineteen years old when I lost a little red spiral notebook somewhere in Venice. It wasn’t much to look at—about half...

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The Summer We’re Still In

August is still here. Before we rush toward back-to-school, football, and fall, this is a gentle reminder to notice the long light, warm evenings,...

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The Invitation

I went to Portugal expecting to remember the dramatic cliffs and endless Atlantic coastline. Instead, the memory that has stayed with me most began...

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