Writing happens all the time. I listen to the news and wonder what implications the EC’ s step away from Trump will have on Europe — Poland, Germany, Russia. 

While I sit and the coffeehouse in Watertown, three bespectacled teens set up easels with art projects against the wall of the coffeehouse, debating whether to take the protective plastic with the glowering clouds. A sliver of sun peeks out, further muddling the questions.  Two plump yoga moms walk in for a coffee date. One carries her daughter, who wears hot pink rubber boots with her rompers.  

Some people take photographs; I tell stories like my dad and his family and my mom and her family. I listen to my dad’s stories and realize that they will show up in a future story.