There’s a photograph of a ceiling hanging on our wall. It was taken at an angle, from below and to the side, in a construction zone, with stairs leading up into an attic with no roof, and a free-floating lightbulb hanging from a cord attached to a pendulous plank of wood. Except…
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These shriveled fingers are red with cold, engagement ring loosening, threatening to fall. We are getting our photos taken, standing on the ice with no…
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In 2022, I took a thousand photos of things that don’t matter, and not enough of the things that do. I wrote a thousand little thoughts in the Notes app…
I went down to get my mail and found a L.L. Bean catalog. I’ve never purchased anything from L.L. Bean, but I do happen to own a hand-me-down L.L. Bean…
It was incubating. It was waiting. Did my writing seem low-energy two weeks ago? It was. I didn’t know it myself, but It was perched inside me…
Feet Flatten everything. They flatten their ears, flatten their backs, burrow themselves into the hardwood floor, preparing for a leap. Preparing for…
I can remember four times this summer when a clear skies forecast left me unprepared for a dumping thunderstorm, and at least four other times when I…
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