This is a review of Brew-ja’s Coffee in South Phoenix. To tell it right, I have to start with the coffee shop I lost. Have you ever been haunted by memories of a lost connection, grieving the absence of what never was and never will be? I’m not referring to fond recollections of times long…
Fear sustains me. I am an anxious mess of convoluted worries and scattered priorities, sprinkled on a heaping mound of tangled nerves, and plated beside a trauma en cocotte. Fear has been the guiding motivator in my life for several years now, and my nervous system is requesting a sabbatical. Fortunately, I’ve been lucky enough…