What I Drew Instead
October thirteenth. The sketchbook was under a pile of mail and a folded canvas bag and one of those community center brochures I keep meaning to recycle, and Simone found it the…
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Two Wrong Guesses, One Market
October second. We each had a number in our heads. That is the part I keep coming back to. Not the same number, different numbers, arrived at independently, using completely diffe…
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The Earring Was Always Going to Be a Whole Thing
September twenty-first. I want to be clear that I was not the one who made us late. Simone texted around ten to say she was coming by to grab something small, I assumed she meant…
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The Timer Was Already Set
September tenth. I want to establish, before anything else, that we had a plan. The plan involved sitting in the living room and watching something neither of us had seen. That wa…
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The Axe Was Not the Problem
August thirtieth. The problem, Simone said, is that people overthink it. You just throw. It's basically darts. She said this with the full confidence of someone who had also never…
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Gerald Has Opinions About August
August nineteenth. Gerald's vine reached the shelf below his pot sometime last week, and I didn't notice until this morning when I was standing at the counter waiting for the kett…
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The Bread Was Not the Problem
August eighth. I want to say upfront that I know how to use a knife. I have been using knives for my entire adult life, and I have even, since sometime around 2018, been making br…
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The Jury Summons Was Always Going to Be in There
July twenty-eighth. There was a pile. I want to be honest about the pile before anything else, it had been on the kitchen table for approximately three weeks, migrating occasional…
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The Ratio Was Always Going to Be Negotiated
July seventeenth. The thing about cold brew is that it requires a level of optimism I am not sure I consistently possess. You make a decision in the morning that won't pay off unt…
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The List Did Not Survive the First Stall
July sixth. There was a list. I want to establish that before anything else. Not a long list, four things, written in my notes app on Saturday evening with the kind of confidence…
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