This story was sent in by Amber L. from Texas. Most nights in my neighborhood are quiet enough that I can hear the cicadas through the walls. By the time my kids are finally in bed, usually around 9:30 or so, I’m running on whatever energy is left after homework battles, dishes, and the whole … Read more
Story 1 This story was sent in by Emily R. from New York. I’ve lived in the same tiny third‑floor apartment for almost five years, and most nights follow the exact same rhythm. I work late shifts at a small café a few blocks from my building, so by the time I get home, shower, … Read more
This story was sent in by Amber L. from Texas. That night had been one of the rare evenings when everything actually went smoothly with my kids. It was just after 10:30 p.m., late enough that the house finally felt quiet, but not so late that I was completely running on fumes. I remember brushing … Read more
This story was sent in by Samantha L. from Midwestern United States. I’ve lived in the same mid-range apartment building for a few years now, the kind where people actually greet each other in the hallways and bring packages in for neighbors when it rains. It’s not fancy, but it’s comfortable, and for a long … Read more
This story was sent in by Mark D. from the Northeastern United States. I’ve always kept odd hours because of my job. I’m a copyeditor for a small online publication, which sounds more glamorous than it is, but mostly it means I’m working through the night when the rest of my building is asleep. By … Read more