The Instruction Sheet Is Now Face-Down
April seventh. At some point in the last hour, Simone and I stopped consulting the diagram and started just agreeing that what we'd made looked intentional. That is where we are w…
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What the Draft Finally Said
March twenty-seventh. I published it this morning. Not the version I'd been circling for weeks, returning to twice a day without opening, but the one that finally had the right se…
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The Part Where the Habit Blinked
March sixteenth. The sub's name is something I still don't know. I heard it at the beginning of class and then it was gone, which is fair, because I spend most of the first five m…
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The Egg Incident (A Reconstruction)
March fifth. I want to be clear that I know how to make eggs. I have been making eggs for years. The eggs and I have an understanding. What I did not account for was Simone standi…
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The Unclipping Problem
February twenty-second. The spin class was Simone's idea the same way most things that turn out to be good ideas are Simone's ideas, she mentioned it once at the end of a Tuesday…
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What Beginning Looks Like When It's Passed Down
February eleventh. I published it this morning. The draft that started as a letter to Carol's letter and turned into something I hadn't planned to write about at all. I've been ci…
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What She Passed Down Without Knowing
January thirty-first. I published it this morning. The draft that had been sitting in a folder since early January, the one I kept opening, reading two sentences of, and then clos…
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The Tuesday That Didn't Feel Like One
January twentieth. It was a Tuesday. That is the part I keep coming back to. Not a Friday with its built-in permission, not a Saturday with nowhere to be the next morning. A Tuesd…
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The Part Where You Ask a Stranger How to Unclip
January seventh. That is when I clipped into a spin bike for the first time and had to immediately ask the person next to me, a woman I had never met, who had clearly done this ma…
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The Thing the Stranger Said
December twenty-ninth. It was Simone's idea to get coffee, which is how I know it was the right call, she has a reliable instinct for when sitting still somewhere that isn't our r…
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