Dave brushed past me as he made his into to the kitchen. No words were spoken between us. Not even a glance. We were having an off day. He was distraught with me. I had closed the shop the evening before and seemed to have forgotten a number of items on the “to-do” list. I…
“That’s not how they make them in France.” The man grumbled from across the counter. I was preparing a cappuccino and had not even started steaming the milk. Had this been a year ago I would have simply finished what I started and poured his drink in a togo cup (even though he ordered it…
Dave is losing his hearing. He has been slowly losing it since I met him in 2010 but the last year it’s been more rapidly so. I think he chooses to view this as one of the more enduring qualities of aging. Me…not so much. This is particularly difficult in the coffee shop. Not because…
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I glanced across the table at my husband sipping his morning coffee. He seemed unsure. After all, it really didn’t make sense. Our wedding business was booming and going into its busiest season yet. But we had to make the call. It was already January 6th and the…
My Shutter Speaks 