The Corner Table Hour
September seventh. There is a specific kind of tired that only Tuesday evenings produce, and it is not the yoga tired or the walking tired or even the bouldering tired. It is the…
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What the Sky Was Doing
March sixteenth. The weather did the thing where it is technically spring on the calendar and fully unconvinced about it in practice. Not raining, not not-raining. Just grey in th…
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The City She Said Once
December seventh. Simone said Portland while she was re-tying her shoe. That was it. That was the whole delivery. She had finished the route, she sat down, she pulled the knot loo…
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What Two Weeks Off Costs You
January eleventh. The Tuesday sessions resumed this week, which I knew they would, and which I had been quietly dreading in a way I kept not-naming until I was standing at the bas…
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Linen. Obviously.
September twenty-sixth. Three weeks ago she stopped the sentence before the noun. I wrote about the texture of that, the way a sentence can be complete and incomplete at the same…
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