By Cheryl Ryan
This is a piece I wrote before the shutdown and it hasn’t felt relevant…until now. I’m feeling so hopeful that we can get back to this:
I’m writing this from my favorite coffee shop. They play the right music at the right volume and the temperature is almost always perfect. I like the food options and the people that work here are friendly and kind to everyone.
Fingers crossed that one day I’ll get a real office but in the meantime the hum of voices, sporadic laughter, and loud phone talkers – ok not loud phone talkers – makes me feel connected.
There is a rhythm about it, from harried commuters and moms with small children to retirees and lunch seekers. Everyone is welcome. The afternoon rush greets high schoolers testing their independence and 2nd round caffeine seekers all mixed with the scattering of working hustlers hunched over computers.



