There is a particular rectangle of floor near the baseboard in the living room, between the leg of the bookshelf and the edge of the rug, that has been mine on good mornings for as long as I can remember paying attention to such things. Today it did something I did not care for. It … Read more
She brought out a flat cardboard box this afternoon, the kind that arrives folded nearly to nothing and has to be coaxed back into a shape with your thumbs along the seams. I watched her do this from the hallway with some suspicion, because boxes in this house have a way of either containing something … Read more
Something happened to the window in the night and I would like it on record that I noticed immediately. Before she was even properly awake. Before the coffee. I was the first one in the house to understand that the glass had changed. It wasn’t broken, exactly. I want to be precise about this because … Read more
Something happened to the kitchen today and nobody asked my opinion of it first, which I want on record before I explain the rest. It started with a smell. Not a bad smell exactly — I want to be fair about this — but an aggressive one, the kind that doesn’t stay politely in one … Read more
