Last spring, we moved in to a new-to-us house. It’s not new at all, actually. It’s over 100 years old, and it belonged to my grandparents and then my parents. I had the distinct honor of “switching” houses with my Mom and Dad (really, we just bought each other’s houses), and now the pleasure of … Read more
Verse to ponder: Go, eat your bread with joy, and drink your wine with a merry heart, for God has already approved what you do. Ecclesiastes 9:7 Growing up, the aroma of coffee filled the downstairs and wafted to my bedroom upstairs (or wherever my bedroom was in whatever house we lived in) every morning. … Read more
After Flash was born, my taste buds grew up a little bit. I found an actual taste for coffee that I never, in all my life, thought I’d ever had. Growing up, I adored the smell of coffee. It was a staple to my mornings at Mom and Dad’s house. When I moved out, I … Read more
I grew up in a house with parents who drank coffee. Every morning, I woke up to the delicious smell of that coffee brewing. But every time I tried to drink it, I was totally grossed out. I just couldn’t stand the taste. Moving out of my parents’ house meant missing out on that fresh-brewed … Read more
Coffee, to me, has always been a sign of being a grown up. As a child, I remember coffee being a smell that greeted me when I woke up. Mom and Dad were always sipping their cups in the morning, and something about that image just felt like home. When I became an adult, I … Read more