Despite It All

Finding glimmers of hope inside the warmth of a coffee shop on the morning after.

I’m sitting inside a busy coffee shop full of students and freelancing millenials on a weekday morning while my mom holds down the home fort with my toddler. I’ve been awake since 5 a.m. and not because of my daughter this time but because of a broken heart jolting me awake. I reluctantly went to bed knowing that a loss of the woman-led future I had hop…