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…

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…

Things I’m Looking Forward to This Fall {About Me}

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but it never hurts to say it again, “I love sweater weather!” Fall is by far my favorite season of the year. I love snuggling up with cozy sweaters, eating comfort foods and watching my favorite TV shows. “Hell on Wheels“, anyone? But there are a few other things…

Things That Leave Me Scratchin’ My Head {Coffee Talk}

1. I love coffee. No, you don’t understand, I. Really. Love. Coffee. But there are times when drinking coffee is inappropriate, the biggest being during a funeral. Apparently, Robinson Funeral Home in South Carolina doesn’t agree. They’re attaching a Starbucks to the funeral home. This is just so weird. 2. So the guy who brings…