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A sudden shift in the structure of a home reveals the hidden things we carry long after we’ve stopped noticing their weight. Written by Dennis Harvell What the Moths Left Behind On the Weight We Don’t Know We’re Carrying The Weight of the Unseen Entertainment and laughter drifted from the living room, a warm contrast…
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A small shift in weather, a quiet shift in mood. Written by Dennis Harvell Two Days, Two Different Worlds Yesterday was one of those strange, muted days — cold wind rattling the windows, 40‑mph gusts doing their own performance outside while the apartment stayed still and quiet. It was the kind of day that keeps…
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A lifetime of midnight shifts, subway study halls, and early mornings distilled into one quiet hour before dawn. Written by Dennis Harvell The Ghost of the Midnight Shift: Reclaiming the Early Morning in My 60s There is a specific kind of quiet that only exists between 5:30 and 6:30 AM. The night has broken, the…
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Most people choose Socrates, Plato, or Marcus Aurelius for their imaginary dinner date. I chose Diogenes — the barefoot Cynic who lived in a barrel and mocked the world’s pretensions. This piece explores why he’s the only philosopher I’d sit across from, and why, in the end, the Bronx Philosopher prefers to dine alone. Tags
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A quiet day that reminded me to meet life exactly where it is. Written by Dennis Harvell My 3-Mile Walk: The Solitude and the Sovereignty of It All After three days of a cold, gray, and relentless northeast rain, the sun finally cracked open the sky over the Bronx. On a holiday afternoon when the…
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The Chamber I entered a vast hall lined with shelves. Each shelf held journals, photographs, fragments of stone, and symbols carved into wood. The air was thick with history, as if every dream I had lived was stored here, waiting to be remembered. The Pages Books opened themselves as I passed. Inside were scenes I…
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A warm May day that reminded me to slow down and reclaim a moment of sovereignty. Written by Dennis Harvell The Mood (Sovereignty & Sunshine) The Mood (Sovereignty & Sunshine) Sometimes life keeps you running, but today the weather demanded a pause. Ninety degrees in the Bronx, crisp air, and that unmistakable feeling of a…
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Written by Dennis Harvell The Crown Year: Beyond the Pinstripes Part 2: The Personal Testimony Arriving just days before Mother’s Day in 1963, I was a prelude to a celebration of life. Sixty-three years later, I’m finally understanding the gravity of that gift. They say your 60s are the “twilight years,” but I don’t feel…
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A quiet birthday walk, shifting skies, and the reminder that my own presence is good company.