The Bookcase Had Other Plans
February fifth. The text came in Thursday evening: 'Saturday free? I need another set of arms.' I said yes before I read the second part, which was 'bookcase, second floor, no ele…
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The Bike Did Not Care About My Feelings
January twenty-fifth. The class was forty-five minutes. I know this because I counted. Not the rotations, not the intervals, just the minutes, in the way you count minutes when yo…
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He Had No Agenda
January fourteenth. A pigeon landed on my windowsill this morning and did not leave for eleven minutes. I know it was eleven because I was watching the clock on the stove, not bec…
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The Spreadsheet Was Real
January third. The gym is still closed, which means Tuesday had to go somewhere else, and it went to the café two blocks from the community center, the one with the corner table t…
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One Line Is Enough for Now
December twenty-third. The gym closed Tuesday, which I've already written about, one line in the draft folder, the noun that arrived without ceremony. That line is still there. I'…
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When the Noun Just Arrives
December twelfth. The gym closes for the holidays in three days, which means Tuesday was the last session until January, which means there was a specific low-key weight to putting…
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The Seventh Year
December first. The sentences have been in my draft folder since late October. Three of them, about the light arriving lower than expected, about the cord's shadow going long acro…
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The Trailhead Simone Named
November twentieth. The plan had been no plan. Simone had named the trailhead three weeks ago, at the end of a Tuesday session, the way she always names things, as a footnote she…
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Three Sentences That Are Still Waiting
November ninth. There are three sentences in my draft folder that have been there since late October. I wrote them on a Sunday morning after I noticed that the light on the window…
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What My Arms Remember
October twenty-ninth. There is chalk under my fingernails that I will not fully excavate until tomorrow, and I am fine with that. Three years ago I walked into the gym two neighbo…
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