Daffodils and Tulips Sharing a Vase
My mom walked into my kitchen last week, saw the daffodils sitting in a jam jar next to a bunch of tulips I hadn’t put in water yet, and said,…
My mom walked into my kitchen last week, saw the daffodils sitting in a jam jar next to a bunch of tulips I hadn’t put in water yet, and said,…
I was out on the back steps hanging a load of towels on the line, the cheap collapsible one from the corner store that always tips over if you clip…
I was out on the deck at seven in the morning, before work, doing the least glamorous task known to homeownership: sweeping ash off the boards with a dustpan that’s…
I was sitting on the kitchen floor at seven o’clock on a Tuesday, cross-legged, peeling packing tape off a box of mismatched wine glasses I definitely didn’t need, when I…
I was standing at the kitchen counter this morning, coffee half poured, doing that thing where you press both knuckles into your lower back like you’re eighty three, and my…
My mom walked into my backyard in July, looked at the new coffee table, and said, “Chloe, that thing looks like it’s already been through a hurricane.” I told her…
I own fourteen vases. Fourteen. I counted them properly last weekend, out loud, standing in my kitchen with a mug of coffee going cold, and got to fourteen and just…
My mom walked into my living room in November, took one look at the lamp by the couch, and said, “why does it look like you’re running a dentist’s office…
I own fourteen light bulbs in my bathroom right now. Not fourteen fixtures, fourteen actual bulbs, because at some point I decided that four different vanity bars each needed their…
I own nineteen paint sample pots right now, lined up on my kitchen windowsill like a very sad science fair project, and every single one of them is trying to…