
Coffee with Caylin started as a letter to my neighbors and grew into a collection of small, human stories about the people who make life worth noticing.
Some are true. Some just feel that way, but all of them are rooted in memories of neighbors.
Every story is brewed with a little empathy and a lot of caffeine.
When I’m not writing, you’ll usually find me with a notebook, a cup of coffee, and too many ideas about what might happen next on our street.
What began as a note left on Nextdoor has turned into a table full of voices — friends, strangers, and a few too many cups of coffee.
Now, that table’s gotten bigger. The Caylin Clause joined in — the part where we gently correct the world and laugh about it later — and more corners will follow, wherever the stories decide to spill next.
Thanks for stopping by — I need a refill.
— Caylin