Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop – Page 9

Dear Mr. Craig

We admit the sight of a giant pool float hanging off the side of the A220 was not reassuring.

I backed My Life’s Editor’s molten orange CRV into a post yesterday in St. Augustine.

Five years ago, My Life’s Editor and I unloaded half our books and all our brown furniture.

In my youth and early adulthood, I mentally walled off my cherished noble south from slavery and racism.

It is a rite of suburban passage that a beginner family, after stocking up on kids, decides to do the dog thing.