Coffee+Crumbs: Out Damn Spot

“Stop washing your hands so much,” the dermatologist tells me in February of 2020. I went to the dermatologist because …

Coffee+Crumbs: All By Myself

“I am alone. I am utterly alone.” I was 11 years old and felt seen watching Winona Ryder write these …

Coffee+Crumbs: Falling to Pieces

There’s this word puzzle I work every morning. It has letter tiles like Scrabble but it’s a solitaire version I …

Coffee+Crumbs: Scream Queen

She’s a screamer. I’ve tried everything but two-year-old Evie just needs to yell it out. I pick her up. She …

Coffee+Crumbs: Maybe I Could Fake My Own Death

I keep fantasizing about faking my own death. After—how many months of lockdown? I’ve lost count—this seems almost reasonable. Surely …

Coffee+Crumbs: Flat Colorado

The thing they don’t tell you is how Colorado is flat. As a kid from Ohio, I always pictured mountains …

Coffee+Crumbs: Worn

“UGH,” I blurted, disgusted with my whole life or maybe just this kitchen chair with the worn grooves from the …

Coffee+Crumbs: Labored Breathing

Ooo-ooo-EEE, ooo-ooo-EEE. In a nondescript office building adjacent to the hospital, I remember learning Lamaze breathing in my prenatal class. …

Coffee+Crumbs: Baby Driver

The first time I drove a car by myself, fresh new license tucked in my wallet and 16-year-old hands carefully …

Coffee+Crumbs: Old Faithful

When I was a kid, my Aunt Caryl sent me a pink nightgown with “Victoria’s Secret” stitched across the front …