The laundry mountain has a name now
My son named it, which means he has seen it, which is progress.
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Dinner where nobody looked at a phone
It lasted eleven minutes, and it was the best eleven minutes of the week.
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Every shoe in the hallway, counted
Twenty-three shoes, four people, one theory about where they come from.
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Making pierogi with a fourteen-year-old
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Filming a sketch on top of the cookbooks
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Shopping with teenagers in the snow
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The journal she left open on purpose
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Writing at the kitchen island
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My notebook of things they said
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Cycling to the sea to think
The Hallway
A funny letter every Sunday about the kitchen, the hallway and the two teenagers in between.