Category Archives: Cafe Conversations

Cafe Conversation(s) – Literally!

It’s no secret that one of my top five simple pleasures is hanging out in independent coffee houses. Continue reading

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Off the lesson plan, our teachers. Cafe Conversations

It was also the first time I was confronted with a less fortunate, in this case possibly a homeless person, where I knew at least something of the person’s story. I know my attitude changed that day and a little compassion seeped into me. Continue reading

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What’s that smell? and Where does it take me? (Writing Practice)

I’m confronted by a blank page and about to begin a ten minute writing practice when the retro nasal olfactory neurons fire. The smell makes me think of the odoriferous quality of pee after eating asparagus. And I wonder, as I have before-–what causes that? In the spirit of writing practice, I have to go with this. Continue reading

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Casting for Characters and Drawing Inspiration – Part 2

Just looking at her I shifted to sit up straight in my chair, wanting to be more poised and purposeful. She posited without
speaking the question, where would I rather be in this moment? Continue reading

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Casting for Characters

In his day this would have been a scandalous outfit. Not the kind of girl you would take home. He may not have been that kind of boy either. Continue reading

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Two Swedish Girls Looking For A Place to Stay

I am sitting in a Starbucks, cut from the same die as all of the others, but different. The floor is wet with melting snow – stomped from boots, humid closeness, I can taste the wet wool. The chafing of … Continue reading

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Karma and the Pen

Last night I had trouble sleeping, eventually rising to read, filling a glass of ice water before settling into the green striped wingback chair in my small second floor home office. Taking a short break from novels and memoirs, I … Continue reading

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