The Mirror Gives No Notes
December third. There are exactly twelve minutes between when Simone and I both arrive and when the floor actually opens, and we have somehow filled all twelve of them, every shif…
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Thanksgiving and the Toast Situation
November twenty-second. I want to be clear that I was not attempting anything ambitious. No pie, no biscuits from scratch, no elaborate casserole with three components. I was maki…
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The Username
November eleventh. There was a comment on an old post. Not the one people occasionally find, not the 'Why Did You Start It' post that Aunt Carol found two years ago, which still f…
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Thinner Is Not a Feature, Simone
October thirty-first. Simone came in with the white box. I clocked it immediately, the iPhone 5 box, sitting on the break room table like a small ceremony waiting to happen. She h…
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The Sentence That Wasn't Mine
October twentieth. There was a couple in the corner booth. I say couple because that seemed right, the body language, the specific way one of them kept looking at the table instea…
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The Pigeon Who Had Opinions
October ninth. There was a pigeon on the break room windowsill for most of our lunch break today. Not flying past, not briefly pausing, sitting. Settled. Looking in at us with the…
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What My Legs Remembered
September twenty-eighth. I went for a run this morning. That sentence should not feel as strange to type as it does. It wasn't dramatic. I woke up at 6:20, couldn't go back to sle…
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One of Us Made a Bowl
September seventeenth. I want to be accurate about what happened. Simone suggested the pottery drop-in at the community center, the same one that does the Wednesday yoga I've been…
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Two Seconds at the Coffee Cart
September sixth. She said something. That is the whole story, really, except that it isn't. We were both at the coffee cart before the Thursday shift, the one where you hand a dol…
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What I Did with the Two Seconds
August twenty-sixth. She said it at the coffee cart, which is where we say most things, the small aluminum setup near the side door, between the parking lot and the start of a shi…
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