Someone says you did a great job on that and something in you immediately doubts it. Not out loud — you say thank you, move on — but internally a small counter-argument begins. They didn't really mean it. They don't particularly like me. You have...
Late afternoon on a Vermont hillside, somewhere in the middle of summer. The valley below is the particular green it only gets this time of year. And the mind, given the space that view creates, goes directly to what's wrong. This is not a character...
Saturday morning, somewhere in Fairfield County. The week is done. The house is quiet in the particular way it gets when there's nothing immediately required of you. And the mind, given that space, does not rest — it goes directly to next Tuesday, or to...
The house was the plan. Not just a house — the specific one, in the specific town, with the school district and the backyard and the room that could finally be a home office. Years of working toward it, and then, at some point, it...