Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop – Page 9

Another Trip, Another time

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.

There are many conversations in our lives that should have been.