My head went side to side rapidly. I needed a cup of strong coffee. So, my beloved daughter and her family came home on holiday; I facilitated a Writing Workshop; I spoke at an author colleague's 80th Birthday Party, and our annual Author's Book Marketplace went off without a hitch. Then, the server at my favorite coffee shop called …
View from my coffee cup
I sat on the patio of my favorite coffee shop. It was lovely; the skies overhead were azure, not a speck of cloud. I slowly absorb my latte and browse social media. Suddenly, my fingers stopped on an Instagram post about a Mississauga Literary Festival. The post read: Attention authors: We're holding our first-ever Mississauga …
View from my coffee cup
When I stepped outside of the hotel I stayed in Atlanta, Georgia, I looked up, and there they were the Golden Arches. The familiar sight indicates my coffee would taste the same as at the Golden Arches in my hometown in Ontario, Canada. I walked in with a smile. I found a table that accommodated …
