Ways to be alone without being lonely
The Pixel
The first winter here I ate dinner standing up. It took me two years to set the table for one, and another to light the candle.
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I Tried to Become a Morning Person Again
The Pixel
This is the fourth attempt, and the first with equipment.
The Case for Owning Four Mugs
The Pixel
Four is the number of people who will ever fit in this kitchen, and the number of days a mug survives before I wash it.
On Walking Slowly Behind Your Parents
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At some point you stop leading the way and start carrying the bags.
How to Drink Coffee Outside in November
The Pixel
Wear the wrong coat, walk to the bench anyway, and hold the cup with both hands.
Everything I Have Killed on This Roof
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A complete and honest list, in the order of their passing, beginning with the basil.
Everything I Kept From My Father’s Workshop
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One tin of screws sorted by a logic only he understood, and the pencil behind his ear.
The Road I Took Instead of Therapy
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Eleven hundred kilometres, one bad saddle and no conclusions worth repeating.
The Case Against the Good Scissors
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Every house has a drawer of things too good to use, and I have started to think of it as a small museum of fear.