Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

two mugs from the cupboard, neither of them being my favorite blue ceramic one, which was still missing from its hook. I set them on the counter and reached for the copper kettle, filling it with tap water until the metal grew cold in my hands.

“I don’t want the chicory, and I don’t want the green tea,” I said, setting the kettle on the stove and turning continue reading …