She moves like a dancer.  In a coffee shop. From the oven where she starts the scones.  To the coffee machine.  I hear the shoosh of beans loading in. The music is turned up loud. Yesterday, she explained to me how syncopated rhythms release endorphins. I think it's what makes...

It's hard. Pretend seems so much more attractive, but in the long run I think it might take more energy . . emotional, mental, spiritual. Like a frown takes more muscles than a smile. There are so many words for it. Authentic. Genuine. I can't think...