On Being Ordinary
I want to make a case for ordinariness, by which I mean the kind of life that does not leave a large historical footprint, that is not disti...
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I want to make a case for ordinariness, by which I mean the kind of life that does not leave a large historical footprint, that is not disti...
My grandmother spoke a language I never learned. This was, for many years, a fact I noted without particularly examining — one of those biog...
The summer I was twenty-two I worked in a warehouse on the edge of a city I had not chosen, sorting returned goods for eight hours a day. Th...
We decided to swim at midnight, which was either a terrible idea or the best one we'd had in years. The lake was forty minutes outside the c...
The clock on her mantelpiece had been stopped at twenty to four since the night of Gerald's stroke. She hadn't stopped it deliberately — it...
My father mapped places he had never been. This was his work — not exploration, but reconstruction. He sat at his long drafting table in th...