The Counter Versus the Sill
March third. The object has been on the counter for six weeks. I know this because I put it there on a specific January morning and I have looked at it every single day since, whi…
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A Very Specific Sunday-Night Decision
February twentieth. The thing about deciding to go to a midnight premiere on a Sunday is that you make the decision sometime on Friday, feel good about it on Saturday, and then ar…
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The Dough Did What It Wanted
February ninth. The pasta machine has been sitting in the back of a cabinet since I bought it at a kitchen estate sale last fall, one of those things I paid twelve dollars for bec…
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The Stranger's Hands
January twenty-ninth. Someone said something at the end of a session last Tuesday that I keep turning over. She said she'd taken a break over the holidays, not a planned break, ju…
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What It Weighs
January eighteenth. I didn't plan to open the box this morning. I'd been walking past it since December, on the counter, then on the chair by the door, then on the kitchen table,…
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The Floor After the Call
January seventh. The call was somewhere between an hour and an hour and fifteen, I stopped checking partway through, which is usually how I know it's a good one. When I hung up I…
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The Reenactment
December twenty-seventh. The call was supposed to be quick. A check-in. Thirty minutes, maybe. Two hours later I was standing in my kitchen doing a voice I did not know I still re…
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Four Hours of Strategic Follow-Up
December sixteenth. It started with a paper coffee cup and the phrase 'there's someone I've been talking to,' said with the specific casualness of a person who knows what they are…
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What the Blog Already Knows
December fifth. Simone said it at the end of a shift, the way she tends to say the precise thing, almost as an aside, as if she were commenting on the weather. She'd tried to look…
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Before the Letter
November twenty-fourth. The box came on Tuesday. I had mailed the reply to Carol's letter eleven days ago, short, honest, the one I'd written three times in my head before I final…
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