API Writer

I was sitting at my kitchen table the other morning, staring at a lukewarm cup of coffee and realized I had about fourteen tabs open on my laptop. Not just digital tabs, mind you, but mental ones too. I was half-listening to a podcast about history, trying to draft a response to an email that … Read more

I remember the first Monday I didn’t have to drive into the city. It felt like I’d been handed a secret key to a life I wasn’t supposed to have yet. I sat there at my kitchen table, the sun hitting a spot on the wall I’d never noticed before because I was always gone … Read more

I was standing in my kitchen at 11:30 PM last Tuesday, covered in a fine dusting of rye flour, staring at a lump of dough that refused to rise. I’d been at it for six hours. If I’d gone to the bakery down the street, I could’ve bought a perfect loaf for five bucks in … Read more

I was sitting on my porch the other day, just watching a cardinal hop around in the dirt, when I realized I was holding my breath. Not because I was excited about the bird—though it was a nice bird—but because my brain was screaming at me to do something. My phone was in my pocket, … Read more

I am currently staring at a shelf in my hallway that has been leaning slightly to the left for about eight months. It’s not enough to make the books slide off, but it’s enough that if you look at it for more than ten seconds, you start to feel a little bit like the world … Read more

I’m sitting here with a cup of coffee that has gone lukewarm, mostly because I spent the last twenty minutes just staring out the window at a squirrel trying to navigate a particularly flimsy tree branch. Usually, this is where the guilt would kick in. My brain would start screaming about the three emails I … Read more

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, staring at a spreadsheet that seemed to be written in a language I no longer understood, when I realized my hands were actually shaking. Not from caffeine—though I’d had my fair share—but from a sort of internal vibration. It’s that weird, restless energy you get when you’ve … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other morning, staring at a bag of coffee beans and a hand-cranked grinder that I bought on a whim at a flea market last summer. Usually, I just hit a button on the electric machine. It’s loud, it’s fast, and it gets me my caffeine in about thirty … Read more

I remember sitting in a small, slightly drafty cafe in the Trastevere neighborhood of Rome a few years back. I had a guidebook spread out in front of me, three different tabs open on my phone, and a literal list of fourteen “must-see” landmarks I’d scribbled on the back of a receipt. My espresso was … Read more

There’s this specific kind of silence that happens right after you’ve spent three hours trying to fix something that should have taken twenty minutes. I’m sitting at my kitchen table right now, looking at a wooden chair that I’ve been trying to strip and refinish for three weeks. My hands are a little stained, my … Read more