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The One Souvenir You'll Actually Keep
The price tag said twelve euros. She turned the rooster over and the paint on his tail was already lifting at one corner, a thin crescent of glaze curling away ...
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What I Had to Lose Before a Smaller Place Finally Felt Right
The first night in a smaller place that finally felt right followed a day of realizing how much my old home cost me. Downsizing feels like losing everything, ye...
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The Afternoon We Saved by Packing a Picnic Instead of Booking a Restaurant
The list was in purple marker, her sister's handwriting that always looked like it was sliding downhill. Grilled corn. Dill pickles, the good kind in the glass ...
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The Glovebox
The curl of papers had fanned across his knee - three of them, cream gone yellow, each one a different car. He smoothed the top one flat with his thumb the way ...
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The Auditor
He uncapped a blue pen and laid it along the folder's top edge, parallel to nothing in particular. The room filled from the back first, students dropping into s...
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The Long Way
The mug sat wedged in the cupholder, lid cracked along the rim where he'd dropped it in the parking garage that Tuesday. He kept meaning to run it through the d...
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Why a Travel Journal Nobody Reads Might Be the Only Honest Thing I've Done
The notebook was green once, but the coffee had turned the cover the color of a dead leaf. I pulled the rubber band off and it snapped against my wrist. Everyon...
