Life without coffee

I like my coffee like I like my men. Tall. Dark. Hot. (Joking…joking) I share the same love for the beverage we call by many affectionate names—Java, Joe, sweet nectar of the gods—as my fellow coffee aficionados. It came as a surprise, a shock even to me, when I proclaimed to take a month hiatus … Continue reading

Do you fear what I fear?

Love doesn’t come the way it once did: a loud patron pushing open an unhinged door and allowing in the evening’s bluster, announcing the need for a seat though no reservation shows on the books. Love isn’t invited the way it once was: by an exposed and impressionable hostess granting not permission but giving always … Continue reading