The bookshelf was supposed to take twenty minutes to assemble. This was printed on the box, in confident letters, right next to a smiling illustrated man holding a single hex key like it was the only tool a person could ever need. Three hours later, I had a bookshelf that leaned to the left with ...
I want it on record that I did not start the group chat. My mother started the group chat, three years ago, to coordinate a single grocery run before Thanksgiving. It was called “Turkey Day Squad.” It has never been renamed. It now has eleven people in it, including my aunt’s second husband, who joined ...
I failed my driving test the first time because of a mailbox. Not a person, not a curb, a mailbox, which did not move, was clearly marked, and had apparently been sitting in that exact spot since before I was born. I want to say it came out of nowhere. It did not come out ...
