Long Black Nigerian

It is a potion for willfulness that I am concocting.

In this haven, a bewitching breakfast

The taste of the filo dough, syrup, rose or orange blossom water lingers long after you’ve eaten it.

A delicious mid-life mocktail

After some initial reluctance, I realized that the Buddha might have had a point.

Jack Pendarvis Talks to Himself

It was called “Barista Bold,” I think.

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Ah, the coffee high

From that first sip, my world felt full of possibility.

Sleepless in Taipei

The thought of spending one-third of one’s existence lying on a bed is unbearable to me.

Persephone’s: Easy to Complain. Hard to Stay Away.

Sometimes you want to go where nobody knows your name but they will write it on a post-it and place it next to your coffee on a neat little shelf.