I take a cautionary sniff, smile, and inhale deeply. It is a sweet fruity blueberry smell. It isn’t a fresh berry odor but that of cooked blueberries the kind that warms the house after baking. It is a jam-like smell that tickles the senses. As I draw in another breath of my coffee the words… Continue reading If we were having coffee…
Mi madre está enferma. Ella está en el hospital. Yo estoy muy cansado hoy. Yo tambien estoy triste. For years now she had enjoyed the feel of the warm mug in her hands, the nutty bitter odour rising in a breath of steam, and the bitter flavour as it traveled over her tongue on the… Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share
Have you ever had one of those moments where you get a glimpse of what your life could have been if you made a different choice at an earlier point in time? No judgement, just difference. You are thankful for where you are but maybe you remember grappling with that choice and standing here now… Continue reading The Mood of my Coffee: Nostalgia
The pages in the book before her were blank. The off white sheets had not even a dot or a scratch, they were just empty. The cover on the book was an ages and ornate labyrinth. The title of the books was “Enigma.” When she picked up the book in the bookstore she had been… Continue reading Flash Fiction Coffee
We would begin quietly, just enjoying the warm sunshine on our skin, the white sand hot between our toes, the sounds of waves breaking on the beach, children laughing, and voices mixed in various conversations around us. There would be a small beach table between us, and our chairs would face out toward the ocean.… Continue reading If we were having coffee…
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 