It Was Just a Fork — Until It Wasn't

I swapped one fork for another in my own kitchen and heard a voice in my head say: "There you go again. So high maintenance." And I realized: I've been performing ease my entire life.

It Was Just a Fork — Until It Wasn’t

Yesterday I reached into the silverware drawer to grab a fork.

My favorite forks — the ones with just the right balance, the right weight, the perfect tines — were in the dishwasher.

I grabbed another one and told myself, “It’s fine. Just eat.”