Tip #197: Space matters. We have moved into our new apartment. It is not so tiny. I have not measured it, but I imagine it hovers somewhere close to double the size of our…
Tip #196: Sign on the dotted line. In the past 48 hours I have been to the hardware store three different times. I’ve stretched the yellow tape measure and snapped it back into place…
Tip #194: Ask for it out loud. James and I started sending each other apartment listings this week. Thanks to my parents and popsicles, we were able to sit still long enough to think…
Tip #193: There’s always room. The ways in which our world has shrunk in on itself since March sometimes makes me gasp for air while I’m loading the dishwasher. There are moments in the…
We’ve had a cardboard banker’s box full of compost underneath our couch for the past month. A few times a day, or any time we add fresh scraps, we turn the rich dark brown…
It’s been two months since my first temperature check. How are you feeling? I needed a reset this week. Monday was a holiday and on Tuesday I took the day to celebrate Faye’s birthday.…
Time and its passing have become even more strange and amorphous than they are in the best of circumstances. It was only just the middle of winter and somehow we find ourselves nearly to…
As a child, my grandfather lived above an undertaker’s shop on West 25th Street. The building, like my grandfather, is no longer with us, but my uncle sent a photograph of it this week,…
We’re staying home, we’re staying masked, we’re staying far away from everyone we know (and also everyone we don’t) as we do our part to flatten the curve and slow the spread of the…
1. this peanut butter and jelly. {and very easy lunches.} 2. this bandana. {and the rest of the stash.} 3. this rope-covered handle. {for being moderately quieter each time it crashes to the ground.}…