A slow, careful roast

My first exposure to coffee was the harsh, bitter taste of decaf in the lobby of a Hilton Inn. I’d begged for it, after seeing how my mother constantly filtered through one more cup in the mornings, two splenda, and a slow pour of milk that just clouded up to the surface. Mom would drink more on these long road trips, in cups that weren’t good, but practical. Continue reading A slow, careful roast

Sixty feet underwater

I wanted to know what flying was like until a few months ago. That day, my father and I woke up at four in the morning to pack our car with our new swimming mask, fins, and water shoes, then drove to Pompano Beach, Florida to go scuba diving for the first time. Continue reading Sixty feet underwater