morning coffee // My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me

Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think.  Continue reading morning coffee // My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me

WITP // Stop Eulogizing the Living.

The following post contains misquotes and inaccuracies. I have the correct statements scattered somewhere around this office, but I don’t feel like looking them up. I’m not sorry. Deal with it. Continue reading WITP // Stop Eulogizing the Living.

morning coffee // Bill Gets a Haircut

I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.

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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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