The Part Where We Didn't Leave Yet
November twentieth. The class had been over for twenty minutes and we were still inside. It wasn't intentional. We walked out of the room and then stopped in the lobby and started…
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What I Was Actually Looking At
November ninth. The class was two hours, a Tuesday, the same community center room I've used for pottery and yoga, rearranged with long worktables and portable burners and someone…
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What I Was Actually Photographing
October twenty-ninth. The class was two hours, a Tuesday, a room I've been in before for other things, the community center classroom with the folding tables and the clamped dayli…
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The Apple Morning
October eighteenth. The market runs along four blocks on Saturday mornings, and I've walked it enough times that I have habits inside it, which stall I hit first, which one I skip…
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The Tab I Finally Closed
October seventh. I had the registration page open for six days. I want to be precise about that, because the six days is the whole story. The class itself, a Tuesday evening food…
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The Afternoon We Volunteered Our Backs
September twenty-sixth. It started as a quick favor, Simone's neighbor needed help moving a bookshelf and a few boxes, nothing major, maybe an hour. I had the afternoon free and S…
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The Thing I'd Been Answering Without Thinking
September fifteenth. The notebook came out because the laptop felt too formal for what I was trying to do. Simone was still here. That part wasn't planned, we'd been at the table…
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The Study Session That Wasn't
September fourth. Simone arrived with her course packet, two highlighters, and the confident energy of a person who had made a plan. I had cleared the kitchen table, which felt li…
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The Lid Was Right There
August twenty-fourth. The tomato soup was Simone's idea, which I am not saying to assign blame, I am saying it because she brought the tomatoes, she found the recipe on her phone,…
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The Detour I Almost Didn't Take
August thirteenth. There was a moment around four in the afternoon where I could have kept walking. The nursery has been on that block for at least as long as I've lived within wa…
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