I’ve wanted to start this blog for awhile. I spend an unhealthy amount of my free time (what is that again?) sipping coffee and people watching in coffee shops. It’s “my place”. You know, the place you go to relax, chat and enjoy. Except, coffee shops (and public places, in general) have started to mimic an adult story time for me.
After overhearing (mostly, by accident) a countless number of stories from complete strangers – secrets, political rants, in-law controversies, celebratory meetings – I began to wonder: what if my coffee could talk? And here I am.
I’m going to begin sharing stories from inside the coffee cup, mostly from strangers with some of my own sprinkled in. So, grab a cup and bottoms up!
*When possible, posts will include a picture of the coffee cup sitting at my side.