Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts

by Kate Racculia

and he figured it out; he was smart and worked hard and it was pretty shocking, to Dex, that that wasn’t the case for quite a few of the people he worked with.

ha ha,” said Trish. Tuesday hadn’t worked with her often, but enough to know Trish was sarcastic as hell. Everyone on the events team was. It seemed a necessary disposition for a job that was five percent emailing, five percent decision-making, ten percent constant overtime, and eighty percent shitstorm crisis management. Tuesday had nothing but respect for the events team. “I

“I told them America is unhealthily fixated on death in absentia. America pretends we’re all gonna live forever. That everything is a sunny Coke commercial, that this grandiose experiment of a nation isn’t built on blood and bones and broken bodies. Moonie, you look the dark in the face and still you dance. You are healthily fixated on death.”

It was a life without an organizing hunger, and it was slightly surprising—though maybe it shouldn’t have been—that the reward for achieving one’s goals wasn’t total satisfaction.

Dorry shifted Gunnar’s weight. It was like holding two bags of warm flour wrapped in a sweater.

McFly’s was a beater of a bar dangling off the ass end of Charles Street,

Sally Mooney was wrong. Tuesday would never be herself again. She could only be a new self, a new Tuesday, a Tuesday who believed in best friends but whose best friend was dead.

Libraries had always made her feel like a kid, in a good way: secret and safe and taken care of, rocked to sleep in a cocoon of books.

I’ve learned to embrace the mysterious. Because the strange, the extraordinary—those experiences that make you look at the world like you’ve never seen it before, really pay attention to it—the strange changes you. Shows you new things about yourself. About life. Other people.”

don’t hoard what you’ve been given, because you think it’s all you’re going to get. Be generous. And be generous now, because the future isn’t a destination. It’s an extension of how we choose to live today.

“But the most important box you checked on the checklist—” “I knew there was a checklist,” said Tuesday. “You thought about someone or something outside of yourself.”

But he didn’t have to be all one thing or all another. He didn’t have to live only one life at a time. And a living wasn’t something you made but something you did. Again and again, over and over, always, always becoming.

“Don’t cheat your friendships. Don’t ask them to mean less to you than they do, or think they only have value if they’re a stop on the way to a real relationship.” Dorry rolled her eyes. “All relationships are real,” said Tuesday. “Friendship can be as deep as the ocean. It’s all a kind of love, and love isn’t any one kind of thing.”