What Carol Chose
October sixteenth. The letter came on a Wednesday. Not a card this time, two full pages, Carol's handwriting going all the way to the margin on both. I stood at the kitchen counte…
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Close Enough
October fifth. The sweater was already on before I decided the sweater was the answer. That's how Tuesday went. I've been thinking about the Carol postcard, it's been on the count…
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Earned Tired
September twenty-fourth. There's a specific kind of tired that starts in your forearms and works outward until it reaches your opinions, your plans, and eventually your ability to…
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The Ceiling After the Credits
September thirteenth. I had a plan for this evening. The plan was: one episode, then read, then sleep at a reasonable hour like a person who has things to attend to tomorrow. The…
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The Tomato Situation
Labor Day weekend. We had a plan, which was to go to the farmers market, buy honey, and leave before either of us spent more than we'd budgeted. The plan lasted about seven minute…
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The Autocorrect Situation
August twenty-second. Simone got a new phone last week. I know this because she has mentioned it approximately zero times, which is how Simone announces things, they appear, compl…
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The Thing Carol Said in Passing
August eleventh. Carol's postcard has been sitting on the kitchen counter for a little over two weeks. I haven't moved it to the windowsill. I haven't replied. I haven't even turn…
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The Television Ambush
July thirty-first. I had no particular plans for this evening and I was very committed to that fact. I made tea. I sat down. I had a vague sense that I should find something to wa…
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The Pipe, the Passes, and the Two Hours We Stayed Anyway
July twentieth. The thing about the climbing gym is that it's already a little unhinged to be there on a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July when it's ninety degrees outside…
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The First One to Say It
July ninth. For years, the direction of knowing in this friendship has run one way. Simone names the frame, I receive it. She says the thing that's already true before I've found…
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