The Dollar and the Stare
March fifth. The vending machine in the break room took Simone's dollar on Tuesday and gave her absolutely nothing in return. Not a jam. Not an error message. Just silence and the…
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The Ten Minutes That Had to Count
February twenty-second, but I'm filing this from memory, or near enough. There was a stretch that winter where I was carrying the textbook to work in my bag, not because I planned…
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The Call She Already Finished
February eleventh. Simone finished the call before I even sat down. I caught the end of it, not the words, just the particular tone that means family, the one where your voice get…
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The Jar She Didn't Read First
January twenty-fourth, technically, but I'm writing it today because it took me a week to figure out what I was writing about. The farmers market runs through winter here, which m…
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The Party That Earned Its Own Paragraph
January twentieth. There are evenings that do not need a record and evenings that insist on one. This was the second kind. Somebody's birthday, the kind of milestone that felt gen…
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When the Word Gets a Date
January ninth. At the end of Tuesday's session Simone retied her shoe and said Portland again. Not the word by itself this time, she said a month. Spring, maybe April. Not a quest…
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The Days That Don't Belong to Either
December twenty-ninth. These three days have always felt like a corridor, not Christmas anymore, not the new year yet, just the hallway between them. I've been in this kitchen sin…
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What December Did to the November Sentence
December eighteenth. In November I wrote one sentence about the cord's shadow, how it was angling lower than I expected, doing something slightly different than it had in December…
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The City She Said Once
December seventh. Simone said Portland while she was re-tying her shoe. That was it. That was the whole delivery. She had finished the route, she sat down, she pulled the knot loo…
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The Year Landing All at Once
November twenty-sixth. I got up at six-fifteen because my body had apparently decided we were done sleeping, which, fine. The apartment was dark in the specific way it only gets i…
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