I grasped the black portafilter, it was smooth against my hands.

Bang bang bang and down goes the rest of the warm, gritty, espresso beans into the trash can below my feet shhshh. Some of the remnants of the beans fell unto the floor by my red converse, the white tips of the shoes already stained with dirt, coffee sloshes and bike tire marks. It gave personality, even though these shoes were ...

Day 1: New Moon, New Adventure.

Dear Diary,

Today is the day I fly to Homer, Alaska to stay with Grandpa Hammond. Do I want to do that? No, but I have no choice, I have no other family to stay with, because as you know diary, I have one else to stay with. I have no cousins, no aunts of uncles, just me and Mom, living the dream, well I wish we actually don’t interact. She is too busy with work...

Finally. I think I got everything packed. I zipped up the last satchel, one of six that were stuffed to the rim with shirts, pants, socks, shoes, and a few toys the children liked. Six leather bound satchels for my five children, all ready for the train tomorrow that will take them far away from London headed north away from George and I. We waited a year for this. Some parents decided to send the...