The Love of My Life… Coffee

Coffee, the golden brown bean that ignites your energy, gets rid of morning breath and warms your belly. Silky milk glides down your throat and reflects the sparkle in your eye.  The chocolate powder on top tickles your nose and sometimes gives you a cute little moustache that you are just saving for later. The cup and plate are mismatched, bright colours which secretly make you happy. The love hearts and patterns in your coffee show how much coffee loves you, and even though you knew it would be there anyway, you’re still pleasantly surprised. There’s interesting artwork covering the walls and when conversation fades, you’re still both thinking the same thing. You talk about current events, what you did on the weekend, and how you feel about your life. You dream and confess, listen and open up, knowing that in the sanctuary of a good cup of coffee, you need not fear judgement. Have you met coffee’s partner in crime though? Nothing is more irresistible than golden butter melting on warm yet slightly crisp banana bread. The waiter is kind of cute and he smiles at you as he takes your order, brings you your coffee and makes a little inside joke that leaves my cheeks flushed.

Coffee understands. Coffee is there for you. Coffee is nice, and warm, and caring, and gives you energy. That’s why when the little teacup is empty and you return to your life, you take with you the happiness it gave you. And you know you’ll feel the same way again tomorrow morning.

xxx A (can you tell I’m addicted?)

In the zone at my favourite café in Newcastle
In the zone at my favourite café in Newcastle

A smile is a smile by any other name

It doesn’t take much to make me smile

Oh no, not much at all

For a smile should cross your lips as quickly and as easy as remembering the tune to your favourite song.

And a smile can stretch from ear to ear or perhaps just quiver above your chin.

Maybe you hide your teeth behind your lips to try and hold the excitement in,

But for me, my crocodile smile is always on show, creeping across the bridge of my nose so that my eyes squint and my cheeks ache.


It doesn’t take much to make me smile,

Oh no, not much at all

A simple hello, a fluffy white puppy, a blueberry muffin or a warm and sweet coffee.

A kiss on the cheek from the ones that I love, a hug, a handshake and sunshine above.

Painting your nails a bright, bold colour, getting to the train station one minute before departure, a text from your friend to say g’day, being woken up early on Christmas Day.

Finishing a book, cooking dinner, submitting an assignment, and getting a distinction.

When my favourite song plays on Triple J, when I arrive back home and look out over the Bay, going to sleep before midnight, and knowing that when I wake up… everything will be alright.


Sometimes I smile when I’m happy, even when I’m nervous or trying to be brave. Some days I don’t know if I can smile because the sunshine is gone and the clouds are grey.

But I now know a secret, something that will break a frown, when someone smiles at you, don’t look at the ground.

Look them in the eye and let that smile infect you, until you hear your favourite song ring through your mind and a smile sweeps across your face.

Then pass that smile on, you never know how much someone will need it.