Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop – Page 3

Leftovers

I pulled open the refrigerator door and looked over the remains of Thanksgiving dinner.

Riding It Out

I was not thinking about hurricanes back then. I anticipated life in our new home in St. Petersburg’s Old Northeast: warm days under the oaks, visits to Pass-a-Grille beach….

“On a Scale of One to Five….”

The trickle of “How did we do?” surveys has become a flood, wearing out my delete button.

Afoot in the Flatirons

Like Brigadoon, Boulder is stuck in time. Citizens are peaceful, wait for the walk light at intersections, and recycle for the good of mother earth.

Down-Ballot Blues

My Life’s Editor and I went to a political fundraiser last week. It would be easy to write a check and not show up.