The Bike Did Not Care About My Feelings
January twenty-fifth. The class was forty-five minutes. I know this because I counted. Not the rotations, not the intervals, just the minutes, in the way you count minutes when yo…
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The Axe Goes Where It Wants
May twenty-eighth. The signup was a tab I left open for eleven days, which is apparently my tell. Not the Carol box, not pottery registration, a beginner axe-throwing session at t…
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Whose Dough Is That
September thirtieth. Here is something I did not know about myself until last Saturday: I have no instinct for pasta dough. None. I can cook, the standing order, the undocumented…
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