3 Reasons My Kids Break The Rules
On days I leave my cave (yes, that means some days I don’t, which is completely fine with me), when I drive through my neighborhood, I always, as in always, always, think wistfully about our neighbors as I pass their house. They’re the ones that don’t have kids, who are about our age and have a…
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![I finally got out and about yesterday and arrived at my morning office (Starbucks) at about 11 o’clock. I was bummed when there wasn’t a place for me at my usual spot. I love sitting at the counter by the window, in the corner, close to the outlet. My requirements are few, but very succinct. An outlet tops the list for me with an old laptop surviving on waning battery life. •
My corner is a weird little spot where a wall juts out just far enough to make it a cove for one, at the far end of the bar. I love how I can have the best of both worlds. I can feel solitary and invisible, yet be able to look up at any moment to a steady stream of strangers walking by on the sidewalk beyond. •
It’s my urban river. •
When I walked into the famous house of brew that morning, and found my place in the short line, I was relieved to survey the room and find it pretty empty. My spot was clear. •
But by the time I was handed my daily dose of half-caf toffee nut white mocha, I was heartbroken to see that not only had my favorite spot been taken, but every spot at the counter was taken, leaving the big banquet table completely vacant, which is very odd, but a new reality I was forced to endure....[New blog post. Keep reading. Link in bio] •
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