The Hartwells
Elena Hartwell's journal. Started in a UNC dorm in 2007. Still going.
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It’s been warm enough now that the radiator situation feels almost like someone else’s problem. Almost. I’ve been sitting at this breakfast bar for forty minutes with the same cup of coffee — Jake’s on a morning shift...
Read the postThree weeks ago I said something difficult to Alex and I meant every word of it. That’s the part that keeps coming back to me. Not the sa...
Tuesday. 5:47pm. Alex Chen texted me ‘you free tonight?’ and I made the mistake of saying yes before asking any follow-up questions. Fort...
Michelle Rodriguez showed up at 7:15 when I said 7:30, which meant she had a full fifteen unsupervised minutes to audit my outfit choices...
The smell hit me before I even turned the corner from the living room. That specific combination of scorched tomato and good intentions. ...
Three weeks ago I said something out loud to Alex that I had been rehearsing silently for months. Not rehearsing in a scheming way — more...
Sarah Chen has a master’s degree. I need everyone to sit with that for a second. The woman who color-codes her pottery glazing notes and ...
There were two women at The Grind yesterday — corner table, the one by the window that I always want but never get first. I wasn’t trying...
Jake’s on a late shift. Carmen texted the address forty minutes ago. The place has a rooftop and apparently the drinks are ‘extremely rea...
It wasn’t planned. Jake picked up his laptop to move it off the coffee table and I said, almost without thinking, we should call Abuela R...
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I'm a nurse who started a late-night blog in a UNC dorm and never shut it down. The funny stuff, the messy stuff, the regular Tuesday stuff.
