Now I have twice as many children as I did just over a week ago; that’s one way to describe it. Alternatively, I can now refer to ‘the kids’ with an at…
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We never hung up our full-length mirror in this apartment. It’s still under the bed where E shoved it, intended to be temporary, when we moved to New J…
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was a self-delusion
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A small spray of white is now growing out of the parting in my hair. I wonder where it came from: whether it’s stress-related, or if it’s been with me …
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My recurrent pandemic dream is that I’m about to graduate from high school but I haven’t been going to math class. In the dream, no one but me seems to…
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(I'm back)
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We bought a drip coffee maker this week, a 14-cup monster. E accidentally smashed the glass of the cafetière while doing the dishes, and from this mish…
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People don’t seem to be numbering the days anymore, I’ve noticed, no longer tagging their quarantine Instagram posts #Day27 or whatever. I suppose this…
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A problem that we’re having right now is that B feeds half of every meal to Martha, the dog. He’s trained her, now, better than she’s been trained in m…
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In the laundromat a young man was sitting in a plastic chair in front of my machine, reading a backlist Hilary Mantel novel. I had stepped out to run s…
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Now, I have jeggings 
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A very kind person referred to this newsletter as ‘iconic’ the other day, and that gave me pause, since I’ve been so inconsistent about writing it of l…
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