Stories

The longer way home

Slower pieces about work, walks, waiting rooms, and the people and places that teach me to pay attention.

from a morning at work

The Hallway Light

Every morning I walk the same hallway. The light arrives before I do — it waits on the floor near room 14, where Margaret likes to sit.

from the window seat

The commute used to be the part of my day I gave away. Now it might be the part I keep.

from the lake trail

She has never once hurried through a walk. I've hurried through years.

from a Saturday with no plans

There's something quietly radical about a day with nothing in it. No plan. Just space.

Shorter things live next door.