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When I was a little girl, my Dad would give me a thimble sized cup of coffee, or he would scoop up some of his own coffee in a creamer container. To me, it was a small taste of adulthood. Coffee was a warm invitation to maturity and comfort. Through this, coffee became for me, a rich connection point over long talks and sunny mornings. When my age crept into the double… Read More
This morning our daughter asked me to go into the living room to play dinosaurs with her. I was busy minded and instead of going to play I got up and started making a much needed pot of coffee. I should have went. Her dad went instead. I usually think he should go because he has a special knack for being able to play that makes him so much fun. From the… Read More
Wonders & Blunders 