The Honey Has Already Been Decided
July sixth. I want to tell you about the farmers market, not the one by the rec center, which I have walked past approximately one hundred times, but the Saturday one in the east-…
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The Pigeon Had an Agenda
June fourteenth. There was a pigeon on the fire escape this morning and I watched it for a long time. Not because it did anything. It did almost nothing, a slow quarter-turn, one…
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The Honey Jar Situation
August fourth. The market has been running every Saturday since late May and I keep meaning to go earlier and keep arriving around nine-thirty when the good tomatoes are already h…
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The Light Did Something This Morning
April sixteenth. The light was doing something specific by ten o'clock, and I kept stopping what I was doing to look at it. Not dramatic, not the golden-hour kind of thing I've be…
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The Earring Was Always Going to Be a Whole Thing
September twenty-first. I want to be clear that I was not the one who made us late. Simone texted around ten to say she was coming by to grab something small, I assumed she meant…
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One Question
August sixth. I showed Simone what I wrote. Not the post as published, the draft. The messy one, the one I wrote two Saturdays ago with my coffee getting cold and the apartment to…
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The Kettle Corn Was Worth It
Nine in the morning and it was twenty-eight degrees. I know because I checked my phone before I left and stood in the kitchen for a full minute deciding whether I actually wanted…
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