I want it on record that I was awake first. I am always awake first, technically, in the sense that I never fully stop being awake, but this morning I was awake in the specific, aggrieved way of someone who has been personally wronged before the sun has even finished coming up. The alarm went … Read more
She brought out the black bag on a Thursday evening, the crinkly kind that lives folded up under the sink next to the dustpan, and I want it noted for the record that I did not like the sound of it from the very first crinkle. That bag has never once, in my experience, contained … Read more
I want it on record that I was not consulted. The reading chair — mine, functionally, though she sits in it sometimes when I allow it — has been moved. Not far. Perhaps the width of three of my own body-lengths, which I recognize is not a great distance to some, but to me it … Read more
