Phoebe

On Plants

When I was little, I remember the yard day that occurred each spring. We’d be up early on a Saturday and buckled in to our car seats, en route to the plant outlet and Home Depot before the sun was fully risen overhead. After getting supplies, we’d set up in the yard to pot plants andContinue reading “On Plants”

Phoebe: On one more

One more. One more slice of banana bread. One more chapter. One more brownie. One more episode. One more drink. If you enjoy something, keep doing it. Since I can remember, I’ve always wanted one more of everything I enjoy. I don’t like when things that make me happy end. I know that sounds like an obviousContinue reading “Phoebe: On one more”

Phoebe: On cooking

I’d wake up to the smell of cornbread muffins. These, she made out of a box, but they were distinctly her: her morning signature. I’d come down to the kitchen and she’d slice one in half for me, put butter on each half, and place the plate in front of me. She buttered with aContinue reading “Phoebe: On cooking”

Phoebe: On morning coffee

Our life has changed in innumerable ways in recent weeks. Each day feels different than before, suspended in a sort of purgatory: “What and who will survive this uncertain waiting?” The waiting, as a concept, feels stagnant. However, it is defined by the fact of its change. This alternate manner of living, restricted and isolated,Continue reading “Phoebe: On morning coffee”