The Argument We Had About Nothing Maya and I got into a stupid argument last spring about something I can't even fully reconstruct now...
The Movie I Saw Alone on a Tuesday I went to a matinee by myself on a Tuesday afternoon, which I'd never done before because it always ...
The Soup I Made From Memory I made my grandmother's soup last October without a recipe, just from memory and instinct and a roug...
The Client I Finally Fired I'd been working with a client for almost two years who left every interaction feeling faintly worse...
Twelve Minutes at the Laundromat The dryer finished before I expected it to and I had twelve minutes to kill at the laundromat on Bur...
The Woman Reading in the Rain It was drizzling outside the library and I was waiting under the overhang for it to let up, annoyed ...
Everything That Happened on the Walk Home I took the long way back from the coffee shop last Thursday — not for any reason, just because it wa...
Two Versions of the Same Sunday Two years ago a Sunday with nothing scheduled would have made me anxious by noon. I'd start inventin...
The Couple at the Next Table They were maybe seventy, eating lunch at the café where I work most mornings. Not talking much — the...
Everything That Happened on the Walk Home I took the long way back from the coffee shop last Thursday, not for any reason, just because it was...