Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

corner booth, talking about the high school football game or the rising cost of heating oil.

My empty blue ceramic mug still hung on its brass hook inside, but I was stuck on this porch, watching the shadow of the maple tree slowly stretch across the hood of my car.

A blue jay landed on the hood, hopped twice near the windshield wiper, and then flew continue reading …