Remembering Grandma Libbey

My Auntie Debbie asked me to read something at the prayer service for her mom and my grandma. She said she had been looking for a poem or reading. I thought she had found something, but she said she had wanted me to WRITE something. So after arriving at the little church where she faithfully …

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picture of pour over and coffee cup on countertop

Cleaning up our lives

Cold coffee tastes better than hot coffee. Even in the dead of winter, I order iced Americanos. At home I brew my coffee in a pour-over and stick it in the refrigerator before I go to bed.  It was because of this idiosyncrasy that last night I noticed the layer of dust that had accumulated …

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