More than twenty years ago, I sat on a faded beige, chrysanthemum-patterned couch in New City’s first expresso bar, Caffeine Jones. Sipping hot cappuccino, I channeled my angst though Natalie Goldberg’s write-practice drills, filling every line of a college-ruled notebook. Alone.
Today, I sit on our chair-ottoman in the comfort of our living room. Mira stretches out on our cream sofa, reading. Frankie lies on the floor with his mother’s Asus. I write haikai or free verse poetry as I please. In company.
the fresh joy of writing
Photo by Lauren Mancke