Category Archives: Starbucks
What I Didn’t Say
When a woman walked into my friend’s grocery store, without a mask, refusing to wear one when he politely asked her to, I didn’t say…hey bitch, who do you think you are? After my friend made the decision not to … Continue reading
A Little Tenderness
I’m in Starbucks crying, the happiness I promised myself nowhere to be found. While huddled in a corner wrapped in layers of wool, wondering if spring will ever come again, a baby in the tiniest red hoodie, toddles over to … Continue reading
A Heart Pried Open
It’s not easy being sensitive. There isn’t a homeless person that escapes my notice, a blind man I don’t see, or a stray cat under a car wishing I could coax home, so it’s no surprise I spotted Andy. There’s … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…October 24
A woman with enough plastic surgery to make her eligible for Mount Rushmore, is in Starbucks on her phone. As I’m pouring milk I hear her say, “I don’t know about Halloween. Should he be a clown or a pirate. … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…July 19
Thursday…8 A.M It’s pouring. The kind of rain that drenches and drowns despite umbrellas, Wellies and yellow rain slickers. I’m tooling out of Starbucks with my birthday latte, yes, they treat you to the item of your choice if you … Continue reading
Observations
Dogs in raincoats. They seem genuinely embarrassed in their yellow slickers with the collar turned up. They look at you as if to say…yeah I know, but she feeds me, she hugs me. What are you gonna do. You gotta … Continue reading
Weirdest Story of the Week…January 3
I’m in Starbucks courtesy of a Christmas present, happily sipping a large latte without a care in the world. It’s early on New Years’s Day so I’m pretty much alone until… a man sits on my right, a woman, my … Continue reading
Pollyanna Flips
I love to give…from the heart, when it opens in truth towards another. But alas, it’s that time of year when those have tos, rear their cocky, cheeky, entitled heads. We get a letter every December first, stating, how many … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…Nanny and the Thin Girl
I truly don’t look for trouble, but sometimes trouble finds me, like a homing pigeon coming in for a landing. It’s cold. People are bundled like Eskimos, so I ask you, why a 3 year-old is shivering in her stroller … Continue reading