After the Call
November thirteenth. The call was an hour and twenty minutes, which I know because my phone told me when I hung up. I sat down on the kitchen floor somewhere around minute forty a…
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The Pigeon Had Somewhere to Be (It Was Here)
November second. He arrived at 8:14 in the morning. I know because I looked at my phone to confirm that this was, in fact, happening. He was a completely standard city pigeon, gre…
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Eleven Minutes on the Fire Escape
October twenty-second. The cat appeared between the second and third sip of my coffee. That is the most precise accounting I can give. One moment the fire escape outside the break…
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The Receipt Was Itemized
October eleventh. What happened was: we bought groceries together last Saturday because it made sense logistically, and then it did not make sense financially, and then we sat dow…
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Whose Dough Is That
September thirtieth. Here is something I did not know about myself until last Saturday: I have no instinct for pasta dough. None. I can cook, the standing order, the undocumented…
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Knocked From the Inside
September nineteenth. What I was doing was walking past. That was the whole plan, past the framing shop on the way back from the dry cleaner two blocks over, a Sunday errand loop…
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The Long Table
September eighth. Simone's birthday was last week and we did what we always do, which is find a table and refuse to leave it. I had booked the reservation for seven and by the tim…
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The Photograph Stays
August twenty-eighth. The sidewalk-sale weekend at the framing shop was last weekend. I know because I had written it down, not in a calendar exactly, more the way you write somet…
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Still on the Phone
August seventeenth. The photograph is still on my phone. I took it in late June, a Wednesday, after yoga, the long way home because of a construction detour, and it has been sitti…
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The Bag Had a Barcode
August sixth. Here is what happened. We were at the grocery store, the one four blocks from work, the one Simone likes because the produce section is actually cold, and we had may…
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