Katherine's Coffeehouse

This is how I remember you, white apron speckled with red sauce, spectacles on the end of your nose, eyes […]

I look down, and it’s on my thigh, just sitting there, sucking the last bit of self from me, and […]

I learned young to serve: ring the bell at Christmas, thank strangers for their change, handle hot tongs, release chicken […]

Of all pandemics I’ve survived, you are my favorite, teaching me what it means to be alive. Okay, I admit […]

This orange morning, sunrise writes a memo: “For your eyes only.”

The irony of language: it’s a gorgeous word. Say it out loud: language. Say it for the sake of linguistics. […]

Turn off the morning news. Go to the old stereo. Turn on the blues. Because if anyone knows the trouble […]

Every day is fear now, blocking out potential, masking the possible, making it hard to breathe. That’s how sickness works. […]

Yesterday, I had the distinct pleasure of meeting with the National League of American Pen Women, D.C. Chapter. They asked […]