That Coffee Life {In the Dark Room}

When I was a little girl, my father used to drink his coffee from a beautiful brown mug that had a whistle on the handle. We were never allowed to touch his mug, except on the occasions when he’d turn the handle so we could blow the whistle. I’m not sure why but this was…

Shopping in NEPA: KB’s Coffee House

I’ve lived in the Back Mountain for 13 years now and in that time I’ve started taking the beauty of this place for granted.  This is a small community where everyone pretty much knows everyone and small town values are still upheld. I love that small town feel, especially when I’m looking for a place…