• The Silent Horns of Emotional Freight Trains

    I’ve seen the look before. It’s the loving smile, with a touch of distant stare. It’s usually spread across the face of a grandmother as she looks at your toddler son in the grocery checkout line. Only I’ve never quite understood it. Not until this morning. Not until I passed the little guy standing in… Continue Reading

  • More Conversations With Baristas

    One of my all-time favorite baristas is sort of easing back into the game after having run afoul of management’s policy about, well, I was afraid to ask, to be honest. So he was out a couple of weeks. When I inquired about his whereabouts, I was met with sideways glances from skittish part-timers and… Continue Reading