The strangers at the corner table
There were two women at The Grind yesterday — corner table, the one by the window that I always want but never get first. I wasn't trying to listen. But the place was quiet enough…
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The window was open
It started because it was hot. Not unbearable — the building situation is mostly resolved now, so I'm not living through the disaster of February again — but warm enough that I cr…
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What broke and what didn't
June feels like the right time to look back at February. I don't know why — maybe it's the distance, or the fact that the apartment is warm now in the way that only makes sense af…
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What crisis reveals
Been thinking about our heating situation from a few weeks back. Not the broken thermostat part, though that was its own special kind of December torture, but how we handled it to…
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Floor thoughts
There's something about sitting on the floor that makes everything feel more real. Not the couch, not the desk chair, just me, the hardwood, and this journal that's been collectin…
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Sunday stillness
Carmen brought over this mystery novel she's been raving about and ended up curled on our living room floor, completely absorbed. Sunday stillness Something about watching her rea…
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Neighborhood theater
Alex came by around 3pm to borrow Jake's anatomy textbook, but somehow we ended up making coffee and getting completely sucked into the drama happening across the street. Neighbor…
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What broken heat teaches you
Three weeks without reliable heat and I learned more about Jake and me than I expected. Not the dramatic relationship-testing stuff you see in movies, but the small things that ac…
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