Kayla Rose

“She was just here to serve coffee and ideally not die of a stress-induced heart attack at the ripe old age of twenty-eight.”
― Laurie Gilmore, The Pumpkin Spice Café

“And if Tom smells like a Sunday morning, then BJ smells like a Saturday night spent in the emergency room—don’t think of BJ—and I just would love not to be in the emergency room anymore.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“Is this what she’d been missing? Soft, quiet moments in the early morning hours. She wanted to hold onto it, but she didn’t know how. She’d never been able to before. Her life was fast and noisy, and she’d dived into it without really thinking. Life had just happened to her.”
― Laurie Gilmore, The Pumpkin Spice Café

“Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten to figure out who she was or what she wanted to be when she grew up. She’d graduated college all shiny and optimistic about her future with her nose ring intact, and then spent the next seven years having her soul sucked out one ten-hour day at a time. And now here she was, grown up and without a single clue who she was without someone else demanding every second of her time. Without Marvin to manage, Jeanie didn’t know what to do with herself. Or who she even wanted to be.”
― Laurie Gilmore, The Pumpkin Spice Café