morning coffee // What I Saw at the Top

It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box.  Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Top

morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom

“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t.  Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom

morning coffee // The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box

How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?

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we interrupt this program // 9.2.17

My Process

If you look back, you’ll see that Morning Coffee started as a fifteen-minute warm-up. Thanks to you, it’s grown into a popular little fiction series. (And seriously, thanks.) I won’t lie: it’s been a challenge keeping everything straight. But it’s worth it; when my readers appreciate my work as much as you do, it behooves me to pay meticulous attention to it. So here’s a little look at me, the man behind the curtain. Continue reading we interrupt this program // 9.2.17

morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch

My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.

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morning coffee // The Great Green Eye in the Window

All hail the window!
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we interrupt this program // 8.25.17.

I should be writing part three to that arc I dropped last Thursday–but I think I’ll hold off just a little longer. I’ve got a couple other things to sort out first. Continue reading we interrupt this program // 8.25.17.