You must be kidding. It’s really rather nauseating, Ben the barista decided, watching the man and woman hold hands as they walked toward the back of the café. Continue reading
I’m a writer, so I love to eavesdrop. In fact, I encourage my creative writing students to listen to conversations unobtrusively and often.
But I do wonder what listening to someone else’s discussion has to do with an eave (the edge of a roof that overhangs the side of a building) dropping. So, as a writer/researcher, I look up the origins of the word. Continue reading
A “Pam Latte” it’s been called at the cafes I’ve frequented. A CA friend (who owned a coffee/tea bar) named it “Tea Done Wight” and offered it on her bar menu.
That all changed when I moved from the Bay Area to New England. I had to re-introduce my tea of choice to the new establishment.
In the beginning, back in the fall right after I moved to this Boston suburb, I had to ask for the whole caboodle: Continue reading