When a Small Town Girl Walks into a Big City Coffee Shop
I sipped a cup of coffee, and looked up as the bell on the door jangled. Nope, didn’t know that person either. I grew up in a small town. We barely boasted 2,000 people on a good day. Our brick-paved main street was quiet, and calm-except for the yearly city-wide garage sale which swelled the …
When a Small Town Girl Walks into a Big City Coffee Shop Read More »