“You know her from the high school paper?” his companion asked.
“Yeah,” he replied. “For me, it was just a thing. But she …” He paused. “She took it really far.”
I smiled to myself, realizing that someone had kept up inadvertently with my college journalism career. It was weird. Like all my hard work somehow mattered in a way other than just the obvious. There at Kaya, though alone in a corner, I felt seen. Continue reading Coffeehouse Distractions