The New Me

by Halle Butler

At home, I make brussels sprouts for dinner. They’re covered in olive oil and likely too much vinegar, but the hissing sound, the fanfare of it all, sounds good. Real home cooking. I’m watching TV on the laptop for company, as usual, and I think about how much I don’t really like TV. Don’t really think of myself as a TV person. I imagine that one day I’ll listen to music while I make dinner, an act that feels very healthy and stable when I think about it, but for now I still need the TV.