Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

My coffee shop no longer comforts me. When I go there, I don’t find an oasis, rather it is a place to feel alone. Maybe it’s because the lovely woman who used to work there on weekend mornings no longer works there. Maybe it’s because I have been going there for too long. Maybe it’s because they no longer serve apple fritters. Maybe it’s because it’s time for me to move on. Maybe I have found comfort in myself and no longer need to go out to find comfort. But I do need a good apple fritter on the weekend.