The S Word

She gave me permission to write this. We were all sitting on the couch watching the end of…

The Taxi-Driver’s Tale.

When the taxi arrived the driver was anxious to share with me that he was from Lebanon –…

The Curry Walk

I am telling this story against my better judgement. But apparently, it wants to be told.    Special thanks…

The birkenau.

Last month I had the privilege of going to Berlin.  It was my first time there.  Although I…

My Uber driver kissed me and it wasn’t even creepy.

I wasn’t looking for drama.   I really wasn’t. But that morning they left me at the table,…

The F Word

Years ago, I thought that motherhood would mean long afternoons having picnics, gazing at the shapes of clouds…

Tea, Karma and Paying It Forward

This week for my birthday I wanted to do something special… for someone else. I figured, eh, why…

The Vacuum

Even after it stopped working, it sat in the garage for a long time, languishing.   Originally I was…

Scatter Light

Summer brings many surprises. Last night, my friend’s 4-year old son was outside under the dark of the…

Arms Akimbo

Today I was Wonder Woman. I woke up early and stood, arms akimbo, fists on my hips, next…

Watch: The Way of the Pencil

Here you can see a super awkward facial expression become something rather graceful and touching.   But oh:…

The Gathering and The Safety of the Burrito

I woke to a dream where I was on the street in twilight. With my little child.   A…

The Short Blocks

I am in a place where we count short blocks and long blocks.   Yesterday we went from 74th…

On inspiration’s expiration’s inspiration.

  I recently read a piece from Maya Angelou: she said that although she had a large house,…

Stuff some folks say.

“In poetic images, with humor, and a deep sense of spirituality, Leslie Coff ‘s writing creates a new…

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