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Unknowable Combination “Do You Enjoy Yourself While Writing?”
Certainty is what exactly — a quality? A characteristic? A temporary agreed-upon delusion? A gut-feeling? A spectrum? To me, it feels like a role to play. To slip into and slink around the house in like a nightdress.
Unknowable Combination “Over, Under”
This is my first memory; tossing my body into uncertainty and feeling buoyed. The wave came and we made a choice. “Don’t wipe out,” my father would call, it was the only rule, yet it was inevitable. The waves often caught me, small and doughy in a floral one-piece.
Unmoored by heartbreak and desperate for change, I hatched a plan. A friend had recently moved from California to the upper Hudson Valley, and she always seemed to be having such a nice time picking flowers and cheersing wine glasses in renovated barns.
Breadcrumbs “Acting Our Age”
It is a sunlit Saturday in late September, a block party kind of day.
Pond “Housesitting”
My plan left me feeling unanchored and temporary. It made me light. I could blow away at any moment, and none of this would matter. I was on the cusp of something, which made the present, the relationship, and that summer, feel as borrowed and temporary as house sitting.