The Empty Box, Eventually
May seventeenth. The box has been on the kitchen shelf since December 2021, which means it has been there for a year and a half, which means I have walked past it approximately fi…
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The Honey Jar Takes Longer Than You Think
May sixth. We went for strawberries and left with strawberries, a bunch of green onions neither of us had a plan for, and, yes, two different jars of honey because the third look…
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The Wrong Textbook, The Right Company
April twenty-fifth. The recertification module had a deadline and Simone had flashcards. I had a textbook that turned out to be the wrong edition, not wrong enough to be useless,…
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The Third Time You Look
April fourteenth. Easter weekend. The box has been on the kitchen shelf since December, and I have opened it twice, once in January, once in early March, and both times I named on…
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What Remains
April third. I didn't plan to open the box today. It's Easter weekend, the kind of slow Sunday that arrives with a quality of permission, nothing is expected, the light comes in a…
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Two Words and a Wood Floor
March twenty-third. The text arrived at 5:47 p.m. on a Tuesday. I remember the time because I had just gotten home, had one boot off, and was already mentally composing an evening…
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The Outer Pocket
March twelfth. The bag fell the way bags fall when you're not thinking about them, straight onto the bench, side first, outer pocket open. I was already looking somewhere else. Th…
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The Trail Didn't Care That We Were Tired
March first. We were both already tired when we got on the bus. That should have been the signal. Instead it was just the starting condition, and we went anyway, and the trail did…
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The Sparkling Water Was Free
February eighteenth. The bouldering gym did a thing for Valentine's weekend. A mixer, the sign said, and I want to be clear that neither Simone nor I read the word 'mixer' before…
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The Pen Was Already Out
February seventh. There was a sign-up sheet on the counter. Hand-lettered, slightly crooked, the kind that gets made on a Tuesday when someone has good intentions and a marker. I…
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