I did a whoopsie and now I feel bad about it.

I shouldn't have been there.

In a weird way, I feel like I'm losing a friend.

I catch sight of one of the art pieces hanging on the wall across from me and freeze.

I told myself I was just going for a walk.

I'm still blown away by Steinbeck's East Of Eden and I'm not done with it yet, either.

At least it's a different coffee shop, right?

Since I've been trying to be better about sharing the process instead of just the product, here's my...

Now that it's here, it sort of just feels like any other day.

Make it real first, make it make sense later. While this adage doesn’t apply to everything in life, ...

"Just the coffee?"

I was standing in the grass and then I wasn't.