The Hour Before
June thirtieth. It's 5:47 a.m. and I know that because I looked at the clock on the microwave, not because I set an alarm for it. Gerald's vine is grazing the kitchen shelf the wa…
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The Bus Went One More Stop Than We Needed
June nineteenth. The idea started the way most of ours do: Simone said something at the end of a Tuesday session, something like, there's a lake an hour out if you're willing to a…
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The Mug Got Cold
June eighth. There's a mug on the table that I forgot to drink. That's the whole summary, really. I made tea at seven, sat down, and apparently spent the next forty minutes doing…
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The Axe Goes Where It Wants
May twenty-eighth. The signup was a tab I left open for eleven days, which is apparently my tell. Not the Carol box, not pottery registration, a beginner axe-throwing session at t…
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The Empty Box, Eventually
May seventeenth. The box has been on the kitchen shelf since December 2021, which means it has been there for a year and a half, which means I have walked past it approximately fi…
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The Honey Jar Takes Longer Than You Think
May sixth. We went for strawberries and left with strawberries, a bunch of green onions neither of us had a plan for, and, yes, two different jars of honey because the third look…
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The Wrong Textbook, The Right Company
April twenty-fifth. The recertification module had a deadline and Simone had flashcards. I had a textbook that turned out to be the wrong edition, not wrong enough to be useless,…
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The Third Time You Look
April fourteenth. Easter weekend. The box has been on the kitchen shelf since December, and I have opened it twice, once in January, once in early March, and both times I named on…
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What Remains
April third. I didn't plan to open the box today. It's Easter weekend, the kind of slow Sunday that arrives with a quality of permission, nothing is expected, the light comes in a…
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Two Words and a Wood Floor
March twenty-third. The text arrived at 5:47 p.m. on a Tuesday. I remember the time because I had just gotten home, had one boot off, and was already mentally composing an evening…
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