Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

was back in my kitchen by one o’clock, sitting at the small oak table. Clara stood by the sink, adjusting the strap of her fitness watch as she waited for her herbal infusion to steep in a heavy ceramic pot. The steam from the spout carried a scent that made me miss the dark, rich aroma of my old morning pot.

“You look tired, Dad,” she said, looking continue reading …