10/02/2026
I’ve been thinking about the word “interruptable” lately.
How much of connection comes from simply leaving a little room in our lives for other people to interrupt them?
The friend who needs a ride. The neighbor who knocks on the door. The dinner invitation that arrives after you’ve already taken off your bra.
It can be inconvenient.
But maybe some of those inconveniences are actually evidence that we’re woven into each other’s lives.
Photo of molasses cookies my neighbor dropped off yesterday. They tasted like fall.