While in Brooklyn, I snapped this to post. You may not see anything, but I saw words, and happiness and hope and bagels. That’s why it’s magic. Taken at The Flying Saucer Cafe, a place where my friends and I would probably hang out every weekend. If we all lived parallel lives in Brooklyn. It could happen.…
My blogging hiatus can be attributed to going on a middle-secret surprise 16 day mission to New York. I was the surpriser, not the surprised. (Surprisee is apparently not a word, but I just used it.) It was truly awesome, and I couldn’t blog a damn thing about it. Until now. I have about 10 posts worth of stories to share, and since I think all good stories start with coffee, grab a cup and stay tuned. (Photo taken at…
Sarge and I went back to Glasgow for my best friend’s birthday dinner last weekend. After my gift-buying mission was complete and we went here for more vanilla (and hazelnut and gingerbread) coffee syrup, we went to my favourite coffee shop in my old neighbourhood. I lived around the corner from it, and it must have seemed like I held court there. This is the place where I met friends, laughed, gossiped, waited and wrote. I looked out onto…
