The White Linen Situation
June twenty-first. I want to state for the record that I was aware of the risk. White linen in summer is essentially optimism in fabric form, and I wore it anyway. Simone came by…
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The Book Was Innocent
June tenth. The book had nothing to do with it. I want to be clear about that. I picked it up because Simone had mentioned it three weeks ago in passing, one of those offhand end-…
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One Small Bookshelf, Allegedly
May thirtieth. The text said 'light, it's basically just shelves.' I want to be clear that this is not what a bookshelf is. A bookshelf is wood. Wood has weight. This particular b…
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Just a Thursday, Actually
May nineteenth. The grade came back on a Thursday afternoon, which is not how I had written it in my head. I had, apparently, imagined something more cinematic. A moment of arrivi…
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Back at the Door
May eighth. Someone said something to me a few months ago, I wasn't going to write about it, and then I kept almost writing about it, and here we are. They said they went back to…
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The Stranger Who Came Back
April twenty-seventh. Someone I know said something a few months ago about coming back to a thing after a break and feeling like a stranger in it, like the room had rearranged its…
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The Light Did Something This Morning
April sixteenth. The light was doing something specific by ten o'clock, and I kept stopping what I was doing to look at it. Not dramatic, not the golden-hour kind of thing I've be…
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Still on the Floor
April fifth. The call ended and I stayed on the floor. It started the way it always does, I was going to be quick, just checking in, Easter's coming and I wanted to hear her voice…
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The Same Paragraph, Four Times
March twenty-fifth. There is a system on this table. I need you to know that. The highlighters are color-coded. There is a specific section for things I've finished and a specific…
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Fifteen Minutes I Didn't Count
March fourteenth. I found a photo on my phone that I'd forgotten I'd taken, or rather, forgotten the timer had taken, which is a distinction that matters because I wasn't trying t…
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