Harriet Boone

Harriet Boone

The Box of Photographs I Haven’t Sorted

old photographs shoebox

A shoebox of loose photographs has sat on my closet shelf for years, unsorted, and every attempt I make to organize it stalls out within twenty minutes. A look at why some tasks resist finishing no matter how many times you start them.

What Wanda Forgot This Time

elderly woman porch evening

Wanda showed up at my door asking about a dinner invitation that never happened, and instead of correcting her right away I found myself going along with a memory that wasn't real, at least for a little while.

What I Wrote Down About March

bedside notebook journal

I keep a small notebook where I jot down one line most days. Reading back through everything I wrote in March turned into an unexpected way of reconstructing a month I thought I barely remembered.

Wanda’s Opinion on My Fence

wooden backyard fence

Wanda has opinions about my new fence and she is not shy about sharing every single one of them. A portrait of an eighty-something neighbour who says exactly what she thinks, whether you asked or not.

The Chair by the Window

armchair window sunlight

There's a chair in my front room that used to be his and is now mostly Dot's. A quiet look at how a piece of furniture keeps changing jobs over the years without anyone deciding it should.

The Kettle That Whistles Wrong

tea kettle stove

My kettle has whistled a half step flat for at least a decade and I've never fixed it. A morning spent actually listening to it made me wonder why some broken things get replaced and others just become part of the house.