Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

in the small kettle. I watched the steam rise from the spout, capturing it just before it could whistle and wake my daughter. I poured the hot water over the grounds, watching the dark liquid drip slowly into a plain brown stoneware mug, the only one Clara had left in the cupboard.

I sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of plain, unsweetened oatmeal.continue reading …