In my old life, when there was more Ashley in me, less boring Kristin, I drove my convertible Volvo to the Dana Street Roasting Company every morning, and had my coffee. I should explain that the Bay Area is a string of cities that are fairly close together, but going from one city to another feels like a trek of infinite proportions. For this reason, you generally stay in your own city rather than venture into the next. I don't know why this is, but when I meet my girlfriends for dinner in San Jose or Milpitas, it feels like I'm a brave, wandering soul.
My oldest son and I are on our own this weekend. (Minus the great animal kingdom of Spartacus (cat) and Fiona (the dog.) Son and I have been to see the Earthquakes play and last night we visited our old city of Mountain View for Greek Food and shopping. At the end of the night, we went to Dana Street -- where I wrote a good portion of the Ashley Stockingdale series.
Can I say that having my espresso there awoke something within me. That is incredible espresso. How did I forget this so easily? Is my heart so easily swayed by the easy (and clean) hard chairs of Starbucks?
Perhaps I deserve this creative dry spell. Happy Fourth Everyone!!!