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‘What’s next?’ I ask myself, as elusive appointments are locked in and my to-do list shrinks. ‘What’s next?’ But I’m asking the wrong question. The
May 1, 2025
Welcome to Over Coffee.
Whether we drink coffee, chai, herbal or English Breakfast teas, ‘let’s have coffee’ has come to mean much more than these three words. The subtext is – let’s catch up after too long, let’s share, let’s boost each other’s spirits.
My writings here will be about the sorts of thing friends share over coffee. Not just what has been happening in my life, but also things I am mulling over, small victories or setbacks, acts of kindness, and serendipity.
The conversations I enjoy most over coffee, the phone, or any other platform are equal ones. We take turns, passing the baton to speak back and forth. I am a good listener, but I like to leave a coffee date feeling I’ve spoken and been heard.
I invite you to have your say on these pages, too.
As my concentration span lessens with age, I prefer to read pieces that are short. I’ll keep these coffee chats brief, too.
Welcome to Over Coffee. I hope you linger, adding depth and sparkle to our conversations.
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