Author: J.J.Brown Author
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NYC Farmers Market: A Feast for the Senses
On the last day of summer, the local NYC farmers market was a feast for my senses. I was out for a walk and didn’t bring my wallet, so I could look, smell, touch, but not buy the beautiful produce of bountiful summer harvests. I did bring my phone and took photos. The trip brought…
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Comorbidity: Expressions of Love
When does love begin? I have a memory that I think is from before I was born, where everything is dense and fluid pressing up against me like an ocean. From this familiarity and safety, a kind of love may have already begun. And who could deny that babies love their mother, that most intimate…