The Wax in My Coffee

One day last week I was running late by the time I made it to the kitchen for my morning coffee. I was leading an early meeting, so I desperately needed caffeine. I reached automatically for the jar where I keep the beans. I shook it. It was the worst sound in the world–silence. ThereContinue reading “The Wax in My Coffee”

A Word About Coffee Addicts

You know you have it bad as a coffee addict when you run out of the house, late, screaming behind you as you run, “I hate you, Benedict!”, having just renamed your travel mug (formerly “Harvey”), who—yes, “who”—disappeared at a most inconvenient moment. Fifteen minutes later, when the aforementioned coffee mug rolls out from beneathContinue reading “A Word About Coffee Addicts”

The Girl of 100 Hats

It is true that I have been known to hold, concurrently, as many as four part-time jobs. I am comfortable wearing many different hats, as long as the wool one with the flaps over the ears is on the bottom and the pink straw Easter bonnet is second from the top. That being said, IContinue reading “The Girl of 100 Hats”

In a Sunshine Coma

Sunshine comas. They’re a thing now. Trust me. A sunshine coma is akin to the food coma you get after eating thirds at Thanksgiving dinner. After sitting in a coffee shop with exposure to the winter sunshine for fifteen minutes, you want to lie on the carpet in another patch of sunshine and stay thereContinue reading “In a Sunshine Coma”

The Story Addict

In my humble opinion, the best conversations last for at least an hour and conclude with a handshake and, “My name is Jen, by the way.” That is, if you are a certified story addict like I am. Whether talking about Peter the Great, the Great Depression, and the harems of ancient Persia with anContinue reading “The Story Addict”

In Shakespeare’s Company

I’m sitting in a narrow hallway outside a coffee shop and bookstore called Shakespeare & Company. The door of this coffee/beer/wine/book/cooking supply shop has not one but five Christmas jingle bells hanging from the knob, to be certain the proprietors don’t miss a guest’s approach. (The bells’ effectiveness is undermined somewhat by the fact thatContinue reading “In Shakespeare’s Company”