The Long Table
September eighth. Simone's birthday was last week and we did what we always do, which is find a table and refuse to leave it. I had booked the reservation for seven and by the tim…
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The Photograph Stays
August twenty-eighth. The sidewalk-sale weekend at the framing shop was last weekend. I know because I had written it down, not in a calendar exactly, more the way you write somet…
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Still on the Phone
August seventeenth. The photograph is still on my phone. I took it in late June, a Wednesday, after yoga, the long way home because of a construction detour, and it has been sitti…
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The Bag Had a Barcode
August sixth. Here is what happened. We were at the grocery store, the one four blocks from work, the one Simone likes because the produce section is actually cold, and we had may…
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L for Listening
July twenty-sixth. I want to state for the record that I have owned my AirPods for several months and have used them without incident. I want that on the table before I tell you w…
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The Fifteen-Minute Rule
July fifteenth. The cold brew situation started because the coffee shop two blocks over raised their prices again and I did the math and then I did not go back. That is the whole…
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Just Me and the Ledge
July fourth. I did not have a plan. That is the honest version of how I ended up on a rooftop at nine in the evening with a can of sparkling water and a view I would have missed i…
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What Was Still in There
June twenty-third. I needed a measurement. That is the whole reason I opened the sketchbook, I thought I'd written something down, a width or a count, some domestic note I'd filed…
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Still In There
June twelfth. I opened the sketchbook because I thought I'd written something down, a measurement, maybe, or the name of a plant I'd looked up. I was not thinking about the cord.…
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The Cord Was Still in There
June first. I opened the sketchbook to look something up, I want to say it was to check when I drew the windowsill gap, which would be a very me reason to go looking in a sketchbo…
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