The Honey Jar Situation
August fourth. The market has been running every Saturday since late May and I keep meaning to go earlier and keep arriving around nine-thirty when the good tomatoes are already h…
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The Fourth Row
July twenty-fourth. There was no particular reason to pick it up today except that it was Sunday and the light was doing that specific late-afternoon thing it does in July, the wa…
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Long Enough to Have a Shape
July thirteenth. At some point this afternoon the cord got long enough that I could hold up one end and the rest of it didn't just fall in a heap, it hung with a little logic to i…
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Simone Was Right (She Usually Is)
July second. The argument started somewhere around four in the afternoon and did not technically end, because Simone left for a prior thing and I stayed on my side of the table wi…
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The White Linen Situation
June twenty-first. I want to state for the record that I was aware of the risk. White linen in summer is essentially optimism in fabric form, and I wore it anyway. Simone came by…
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The Book Was Innocent
June tenth. The book had nothing to do with it. I want to be clear about that. I picked it up because Simone had mentioned it three weeks ago in passing, one of those offhand end-…
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One Small Bookshelf, Allegedly
May thirtieth. The text said 'light, it's basically just shelves.' I want to be clear that this is not what a bookshelf is. A bookshelf is wood. Wood has weight. This particular b…
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Just a Thursday, Actually
May nineteenth. The grade came back on a Thursday afternoon, which is not how I had written it in my head. I had, apparently, imagined something more cinematic. A moment of arrivi…
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Back at the Door
May eighth. Someone said something to me a few months ago, I wasn't going to write about it, and then I kept almost writing about it, and here we are. They said they went back to…
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The Stranger Who Came Back
April twenty-seventh. Someone I know said something a few months ago about coming back to a thing after a break and feeling like a stranger in it, like the room had rearranged its…
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