Leaving Kansas

Written my final day in Lawrence, Kansas: January 31, 2014

Lawrence, you saucy little minx.
I moved back here with my baby, and our temporary stay accidentally lasted 17 years. Thanks for helping me raise my beautiful girl, for the wonderful eclectic mix of creative and brilliant friends, for the top-notch collection of artists and musicians and visionaries and educators, for all the parades (and really, you are the parade-lovingest town ever there was), for the downtown library, for the jaw-dropping views of sunrises and sunsets and rainbows and stars in the sky, for the bald eagles just chilling out downtown, for the dog park (where I left mom’s ashes), for the loves I’ve had (and for comforting me through the heartbreaks, too), and for the oh so many memories I take with me.
Love you, mean it.

From Texas to Kansas
From Texas to Kansas
From Kansas to Texas

 

Dripped coffee

As the barista artistically made my drip coffee this morning at Central Market, he told me how I’d notice hints of brown sugar and citrus in the freshly roasted local brew, and he described the roasting process used by PT’s in Kansas City, sharing his admiration for their blends. Meanwhile, I’m picturing our future together in our little coffee shop. He’s at the counter helping customers, and I’m in the back running our website and taking online orders. As my new husband gently handed me my cup of passionately brewed…errr, dripped… coffee, I asked for cream. His face contorted in horror and I heard the needle rip across the romantic soundtrack as he called the divorce lawyer and I lost custody of our cute little coffee shop. At least I got to keep the dog.