The Part Where We Disagreed About the Ending
It started as a twenty-minute debrief. Simone had texted during the week, one line, no preamble, about the finale of the show we'd both been watching in parallel, meaning separate…
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The Wheel Remembered Before I Did
Eleven years. That's the gap between the last time I sat at a pottery wheel and this morning. I registered for the Wednesday session in September, the community center brochure, s…
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Four Minutes and a Settings Menu
Three weeks. That's how long I've been watching my phone drain to forty percent by noon and telling myself I'd look into it later. Simone fixed it in the break room before I'd eve…
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Ticket for One, Which Turned Out to Be Enough
I bought the ticket on a Thursday, somewhere between closing a browser tab and reheating dinner. There was a listing for a small evening event at the community center, a storytell…
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The Dish and the Paperback
Eight forty-five and the block sale was already well underway. Someone had taken the corner spot with a folding table of ceramics and a hand-lettered sign I didn't quite read, and…
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What the Glass Does in October
Cold enough this morning that the windshields were frosted over. Not the first-cold-morning kind of cold, where you think maybe, the committed kind, where October has clearly stop…
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The Tea Was Still There When I Hung Up
Sunday morning. I called my grandmother before I'd properly woken up, the kind of call where you settle into the kitchen chair and forty minutes go by without you noticing. She ta…
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We'll See (We Went)
Tuesday climbing session ended and Simone said there was a thing at the bar on the corner, not a big thing, just a thing, and I said what I always say when I don't want to commit…
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The Shadow the Cord Makes in October
Early October. The alarm went off and I lay there for a moment deciding whether the cold air outside the duvet was worth it, and then I got up anyway, which is how most mornings w…
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What We Came For and What We Left With
First Saturday of October. The market runs until noon but we got there at eight-forty-something because Simone had a specific errand in mind, a honey vendor she'd mentioned twice…
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