The Hartwells
Elena Hartwell's journal. Started in a UNC dorm in 2007. Still going.
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Last December I built a shared calendar block called ‘Jake Time’ and honestly I was a little embarrassed about it. It felt like the least romantic sentence in the English language. Scheduled. Togetherness. But here we...
Read the postThe email came through on a Tuesday, which feels right somehow. Not a Monday with all that fresh-start energy. Not a Friday with balloons...
Margaret gave me three names. Three families. A brief note next to each one, a sentence or two about who they were, what kind of material...
107 degrees outside. One floor fan. Two people with completely incompatible theories about airflow. This is us.
The oven rack got me again. Not in a dramatic way, nobody’s going to the hospital, I have not lost function in any fingers, and I would l...
It’s been warm enough now that the radiator situation feels almost like someone else’s problem. Almost. I’ve been sitting at this breakfa...
Three weeks ago I said something difficult to Alex and I meant every word of it. That’s the part that keeps coming back to me. Not the sa...
Tuesday. 5:47pm. Alex Chen texted me ‘you free tonight?’ and I made the mistake of saying yes before asking any follow-up questions. Fort...
Michelle Rodriguez showed up at 7:15 when I said 7:30, which meant she had a full fifteen unsupervised minutes to audit my outfit choices...
The smell hit me before I even turned the corner from the living room. That specific combination of scorched tomato and good intentions. ...
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I'm a nurse who started a late-night blog in a UNC dorm and never shut it down. The funny stuff, the messy stuff, the regular Tuesday stuff.
