In the morning, I wash the inside of a french press with a sponge, and grab the brown bag of coffee grounds from behind the sink. I shake to loosen what's left before turning the bag over the press, watching as the grounds spill to the bottom. As I fill the kettle with water and... Continue Reading →
Thanks For Teaching Me How To Slice Bananas
I just want to know, I said that night, siting on a bench under a street lamp. All these years, and did I leave you with anything? I asked. Did I leave a mark, so when you do this thing you'll forever think "there was this girl, one time, she showed me how to do... Continue Reading →