A routine visit to a Brooklyn cafe during a rainy day takes me through an unexpected encounter with a charming barista who enlightens both my spirit and my taste buds (part one of a series)
Simple moments like this are the most beautiful to read. The level of presence in your writing is so warming I feel like i’m there. You’re making me miss brooklyn!
The way you describe seeing this Black woman is how I feel seeing another Black man in a grocery store with their kid. I desperately want to ask - “hey, you want to be friends?” 😂
Simple moments like this are the most beautiful to read. The level of presence in your writing is so warming I feel like i’m there. You’re making me miss brooklyn!
Ugh, thank you so much for this note. There is no other place like BK. It made it too easy to write!
The way you describe seeing this Black woman is how I feel seeing another Black man in a grocery store with their kid. I desperately want to ask - “hey, you want to be friends?” 😂
Because if we not shooting the shot, what are we doing???