Dinner

The flour was already out.I was already frustrated.The butter was too cold to cut and too soft to care, so I smashed it into the …

The noise had been steady all day. Not loud, just… constant. Emails. Dings. That hum the fridge makes when it thinks too hard. I couldn’t …

The house was quiet in that particular way it gets after someone leaves. Mae had just gone back to school. Her cereal bowl still in …

I started this one on a day that didn’t start right.The window stuck. The spoon drawer caught. Mae had already left, and I didn’t know …

Mae had a dentist appointment. I hadn’t done the dishes from two nights ago. And something in the fridge was leaking.I didn’t want to cook. …

It was muggy. the kind of afternoon that clings to your back. I wasn’t planning to grill—I wasn’t even planning to cook.but the fridge smelled …

I wasn’t hungry when I started making it.Not really. Just sort of… needing to stir.The fridge was too full and somehow still empty. Mae had …

It wasn’t a holiday.Not officially.Just one of those Tuesdays where the house felt too wide and too quiet. The kind of quiet where the fridge …

The house was too warm, which meant I had the oven on before I even had a plan.I’d pulled the turkey out the night before, …

It was snowing sideways.Not that calm kind—this was scraping your skin off kind of snow.And the fridge was humming loud again, that nervous kind of …