A Note From a Stranger on My Windshield
I found a folded note tucked under my windshield wiper outside the grocery store, from someone I'll never meet, and it turned into the most interesting five minutes of an otherwise ordinary errand.
Harriet Boone
Notes to Myself on the Refrigerator
My refrigerator door is covered in notes I've written to myself over the years, some useful, some baffling in hindsight. A close look at what these scraps of paper actually reveal about how my mind keeps track of things.
A Drawer Full of Cards I Never Sent
I opened the desk drawer where I keep greeting cards and found a small stack, bought with real intention and never mailed, some of them years old. A close look at good intentions that quietly expire in a drawer.
The Sunday I Didn’t Cook Anything
Some Sundays don't have a story in them. I didn't cook, didn't clean, didn't fix anything, and spent most of the day feeling flat for no reason I could point to. This is that day, written down honestly instead of dressed up.
What I Kept From the House Two Doors Down
When the house two doors down was cleared out after the owner moved into assisted living, I ended up with a chipped blue bowl from the estate sale. A story about why I bought something I didn't need from a stranger's kitchen.
A List I Made and Ignored
I found a list of goals I wrote for myself back in January, sensible and well organized, and discovered I'd followed almost none of it. Instead of feeling bad about that, I tried to understand what I did instead.
Keeping the Porch Light On
I leave my porch light on every night, a habit that started for a practical reason years ago and has outlasted the reason entirely. A small look at the rituals we keep long after their original purpose is gone.
The Night the Power Went Out on Maple
A storm knocked the power out on our whole street for six hours, and instead of everyone retreating into their own dark houses, half the block ended up gathered on my porch by candlelight for reasons I still can't fully explain.
What’s Actually in My Spice Cabinet
I finally went through my spice cabinet and found jars older than some of my houseplants, a few labeled in handwriting I don't recognize, and one that turned out to be completely empty despite the lid being sealed shut.
Things I Noticed on My Walk This Week
I started paying closer attention on my regular walk around the block and wrote down what I actually noticed each day. Some of it was ordinary, some of it surprised me, and one thing I noticed I still haven't figured out.