If you can look beyond the puffy eyes and the misery on my face, you’ll notice that it’s just a normal face. Because I’m just a normal person. I’m a person that has had an intense fear of knives since the 7th grade because I can’t stop imagining what I…

Now I’ve been in love with Art Bar since the day I saw the building under construction. I didn’t know what to expect, but art and coffee just go together. Since then the founding owner has put together numerous art installations, some by her own design and some by the…

I’ve been back and forth on whether or not I want to write this, and even more so whether I should write this. But it’s been my dream to become a coffee shop critic, so I might as well start with our last home base. KITT’S KITCHEN AND CALICO COFFEE. Now I’ll leave out the…

I greatly remember the day you stopped breathing. It was the worst day of my life. You were so quiet. There was no gasp for air. There was no cry. There was no struggle. You just… stopped. All I heard was this tiny noise that I almost brushed off as…

“Rain is in the forecast. A pot of coffee is brewing on the counter, and the kitchen is fragrant with apples and cinnamon. Chet Baker’s album is playing on repeat; I could listen for the rest of my days and never tire of it.” Unknown I made dinner last night…

School shooting after school shooting and still nothing has changed. Why are we even still sending our kids to school? Why isn’t the government paying us to stay home and teach our children? Why isn’t the government regulating firearms? Why aren’t they addressing mental health issues? Why are our teachers…

The rain tastes like cookies. It’s a beautiful morning outside. It’s one of those silent soft rains with the flowers on the trees dancing in the breeze. No thunder. No lightning. The kids are just starting to wake up for the day. The coffee just finished brewing. …

Once upon a time, I had a Rabbi. His name was Mark. He taught me a lot! Although I’ve come to find out since that it may not all be true. One thing he said to me that has stuck in my brain was that in Judaism, death is like…

Have you ever stopped to listen to your coffee being poured into your cup? Like have you ever really stopped to listen? To block out all the other noise of the morning and just hear the initial splash. To listen as it fills up. There’s listening with your brain —…