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The Light Did Something This Morning

April sixteenth. The light was doing something specific by ten o'clock, and I kept stopping what I was doing to look at it. Not dramatic, not the golden-hour kind of thing I've be…

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Still on the Floor

April fifth. The call ended and I stayed on the floor. It started the way it always does, I was going to be quick, just checking in, Easter's coming and I wanted to hear her voice…

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The Same Paragraph, Four Times

March twenty-fifth. There is a system on this table. I need you to know that. The highlighters are color-coded. There is a specific section for things I've finished and a specific…

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Fifteen Minutes I Didn't Count

March fourteenth. I found a photo on my phone that I'd forgotten I'd taken, or rather, forgotten the timer had taken, which is a distinction that matters because I wasn't trying t…

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The Counter Versus the Sill

March third. The object has been on the counter for six weeks. I know this because I put it there on a specific January morning and I have looked at it every single day since, whi…

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A Very Specific Sunday-Night Decision

February twentieth. The thing about deciding to go to a midnight premiere on a Sunday is that you make the decision sometime on Friday, feel good about it on Saturday, and then ar…

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The Dough Did What It Wanted

February ninth. The pasta machine has been sitting in the back of a cabinet since I bought it at a kitchen estate sale last fall, one of those things I paid twelve dollars for bec…

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The Stranger's Hands

January twenty-ninth. Someone said something at the end of a session last Tuesday that I keep turning over. She said she'd taken a break over the holidays, not a planned break, ju…

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What It Weighs

January eighteenth. I didn't plan to open the box this morning. I'd been walking past it since December, on the counter, then on the chair by the door, then on the kitchen table,…

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The Floor After the Call

January seventh. The call was somewhere between an hour and an hour and fifteen, I stopped checking partway through, which is usually how I know it's a good one. When I hung up I…

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