Five years ago, My Life’s Editor and I unloaded half our books and all our brown furniture.
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
My Lost Cause
In my youth and early adulthood, I mentally walled off my cherished noble south from slavery and racism.
Bingo and Molly
It is a rite of suburban passage that a beginner family, after stocking up on kids, decides to do the dog thing.
Joanna
There are many conversations in our lives that should have been.
A Stick, A Wall, and a Ball
As a suburban kid, I played marbles on dirt. My bag of marbles: cat’s eyes, clayies, steelies, micas, and agates.
Marshall Craig 