Packet of tissues, broken sunglasses, Jenny Odell’s How to Do Nothing, chapstick, reading light, student papers, roll of mints, phone, apple gone bad, office key, house key, two pens, hairbrush.
Pockets! It is always about them. And while not all pockets are equal-- some are superb!
I told my family never to give my clothes away when I die before checking the pockets. Your essay has me pondering how much I gave away and took for granted--- without checking the pockets. Back to my closet of memories for a closer look. Just a wonderful piece-- and your timing could not be better for me.
I've missed you and your writing so dearly. There was a big orange moon setting upon campus yesterday; I was reminded of our class and hoped you'd caught it, too -- a starfield away. Like Phoebe, I want to "pocket" your stories for life! ❤️
I pocket you and I love you. I’m sewing this essay into my commonplace heart.
…pockets are awesome…imaging a world without them…yeesh…
The horror. No one should be pocketless again.
Pockets! It is always about them. And while not all pockets are equal-- some are superb!
I told my family never to give my clothes away when I die before checking the pockets. Your essay has me pondering how much I gave away and took for granted--- without checking the pockets. Back to my closet of memories for a closer look. Just a wonderful piece-- and your timing could not be better for me.
Alissa, beautiful and evocative as you are and as you write.
And this: “Certain friendships become another kind of pocket, too.”
A line I won’t be able to shake, gladly.
The pocket of your friendship is always warm, James.
I love the thought of you slipping your hands in all those pockets on a treasure-hunt of sorts :)
I've missed you and your writing so dearly. There was a big orange moon setting upon campus yesterday; I was reminded of our class and hoped you'd caught it, too -- a starfield away. Like Phoebe, I want to "pocket" your stories for life! ❤️