The Three of Us (Dennis, Rodney, Timothy)

Written by Dennis Harvell There are certain memories that return to you without warning, especially around the holidays. They don’t knock. They don’t announce themselves. They just rise up from somewhere deep, carrying a warmth and an ache you weren’t prepared to feel. This morning, one of those memories found me — a memory of… Continue reading The Three of Us (Dennis, Rodney, Timothy)

Timothy, The Waiting Horizon

Written by Dennis Harvell, Photograph Timothy Harvell Grief bends us toward memory,but horizons remind us of what endures. The Loss These past years still feel strange, never returning to the normal I once knew growing up. My brother is gone. Grief takes up all the space you give it—the loss of a sibling is a… Continue reading Timothy, The Waiting Horizon

The Kitchen’s Silence

This essay comes from a place of sadness, but also gratitude. The kitchen was once the heart of our family, and though silence has replaced its noise, the memories remind me of what truly matters. Written by Dennis Harvell The Kitchen’s Silence The Cold is a Liar The cold is a liar today. It promises… Continue reading The Kitchen’s Silence