One Item, Technically
Needed cold medicine. The specific kind, the one that actually works on the particular kind of congestion I get in October when the temperature drops twelve degrees overnight and…
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About to Go
Eight forty-five and we were already 'about to leave.' That was forty minutes ago. Simone had texted at eight saying she'd be at the corner in ten, which she was, and then we walk…
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The Part Where We Disagreed About the Ending
It started as a twenty-minute debrief. Simone had texted during the week, one line, no preamble, about the finale of the show we'd both been watching in parallel, meaning separate…
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The Wheel Remembered Before I Did
Eleven years. That's the gap between the last time I sat at a pottery wheel and this morning. I registered for the Wednesday session in September, the community center brochure, s…
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Four Minutes and a Settings Menu
Three weeks. That's how long I've been watching my phone drain to forty percent by noon and telling myself I'd look into it later. Simone fixed it in the break room before I'd eve…
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Ticket for One, Which Turned Out to Be Enough
I bought the ticket on a Thursday, somewhere between closing a browser tab and reheating dinner. There was a listing for a small evening event at the community center, a storytell…
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The Dish and the Paperback
Eight forty-five and the block sale was already well underway. Someone had taken the corner spot with a folding table of ceramics and a hand-lettered sign I didn't quite read, and…
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What the Glass Does in October
Cold enough this morning that the windshields were frosted over. Not the first-cold-morning kind of cold, where you think maybe, the committed kind, where October has clearly stop…
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The Tea Was Still There When I Hung Up
Sunday morning. I called my grandmother before I'd properly woken up, the kind of call where you settle into the kitchen chair and forty minutes go by without you noticing. She ta…
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We'll See (We Went)
Tuesday climbing session ended and Simone said there was a thing at the bar on the corner, not a big thing, just a thing, and I said what I always say when I don't want to commit…
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