That Coffee Life {In the Dark Room}

On the photo are the names of all the places I’ve lived.  When I was a kid, my dream was to be a foreign correspondent. Or a spy. I wanted to go to war zones and report on humanitarian issues. I imagined myself going into the jungles and interviewing warlords. Just my camera and my…

That Coffee Life {In the Dark Room}

I started drinking coffee when I was about 10 years old. We were living in Italy at the time, and every Sunday after church, there would be a beautiful spread of coffee, tea, hot chocolate, and assorted baked goods. I walk beside the table, inhaling deeply, enjoying the various smells, but it was always the…