• Life in Realtime

    I’m late, again. He stands, says hello, gives me a hug. “How long have you been waiting?” I ask, dreading the answer. He shrugs. “About ten minutes.” I study the pavement intently. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” he says, and I believe him, but still. “I just thought you were here already.” “I was here, except

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  • And the Warmth Rang True

    I step out of the freezer, and immediately inhale smoke. I’m not sure it’ll ever stop being alarming, for that split second before my brain catches up with my senses and I remember that everything is fine, this is a usual occurrence, it’s under control. Sous chef Rosa is cold-smoking creme fraiche again. It’s a

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  • Too Late

    I’m writing this post because I’m procrastinating on my current copywriting assignment. This is the current state of my affairs: I do productive things to put off other productive things. That isn’t a humble brag—I’m not that disciplined. I’m just that busy. And sleep is a necessary thing, apparently. (I keep trying to pretend it

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  • The Stuff of Fairytales

    You know what’s weird? The concept of soulmates. Did you know it originated from a tale told by Aristophanes about two-headed hermaphroditic giants? I didn’t either. You can thank Psychology Today for that fun fact. The idea that there is a person out in the world somewhere who is our exact match, our perfect complement,

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  • Spot the Difference

    I have freckles on my hands. The light ones that occur in smatterings, never just one or two. I am not a freckly person. My skin is uniformly tan. The freckles appeared three weeks ago, just as I was starting my new pastry chef job. I thought maybe they were an allergic reaction to the

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  • Let The Outside In

    I travel, and I change. Or I travel, and I I see the ways I’ve changed. Probably some of both. It’s been a month since I returned from a three-week sojourn in Europe, and I feel…different. My relationship with the space I inhabit has shifted. I say yes and embrace possibility more readily. Permanence and

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  • Arrival

    We’re all chasing something. There’s always a goal, just barely out of sight, in that mysterious place the sun disappears into at the end of the day. This elusive idea that if we do this thing, land this job, accomplish this task, meet these qualifications, we will have arrived…somewhere. My somewhere is a vaguely-defined place,

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