There is a new coffee shop in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. They serve tiny French pastry-like sweets and George Howell coffee. I didn’t realize how important George Howell was to coffee until the owner explained it to me, but you know, woman living under a rock with no Tee Vee.
In the shop, there was a deck of square cards in a small Lucite box. Each card had a quote or word on it and I split the deck and told myself I would post whatever card fate provided.
My card selection? If only life were so simple.
Ain’t it the truth.