Coffee Novelist

I don’t write about coffee, I write about what coffee does. How it collects us, unites us and affects us.

 Some writing with your coffee? It is not yet seven a.m. on Sunday morning. And I have been up for close to ninety minutes. This is my schedule. I have come to the conclusion that sleeping in is overrated. This is my day off and one hears a lot about how others relish the chance …

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“It is odd to realize how little we know ourselves.” -Oscar Wilde “What is sometimes simply needed is just a gap of pure time, an insulating period, between the making of your art and the time your share it with others.” – Art & Fear -Observations on the Perils and Rewards of Art Making   …

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                 It is seven a.m. in Columbus Ohio. I am walking through  a gentrifying neighborhood towards my first cup of coffee of the day. My oldest son is still asleep a few blocks away. I am in town to visit him. A few days ago, I texted him because I envisioned this scenario. He prefers …

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