Author: Dennis Pond

I was sitting at my tiny kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by half-finished paper cranes and a very lukewarm cup of chamomile tea, feeling…

I was sitting at my desk yesterday, surrounded by a mountain of half-finished origami cranes, when I realized my meditation cushion had become little…

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by half-finished origami cranes and a mounting pile of laundry, feeling absolutely stifled by…

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by a mountain of crumpled washi paper and feeling completely defeated by a half-finished…

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, surrounded by a mountain of half-folded paper cranes that looked more like crumpled laundry than art,…

I remember sitting on my porch last autumn, the scent of damp cedar filling the air, staring at my phone with a knot in…

I was sitting at my kitchen table yesterday, surrounded by a mountain of tiny, delicate paper scraps from a half-finished crane, when it hit…

I was sitting in my favorite sun-drenched corner last Tuesday, struggling with a particularly stubborn piece of gold foil, when I realized I was…