Coffee. Yes, please! I'm swaying back and forth and my mouth's watering just thinking about it. No, no. Not just any dark sludge will do. Instant? No thanks. Black coffee, with no sweetening or color? I can't. Sorry. Toward the end of the summer, I committed to visiting independently owned, local, different coffee shops. I'd… Continue reading Coffee. Yes, please!
I'm grateful for much this week. Here's a start: Catherine McCall, for her willingness to be vulnerable, transparent, authentic, and real (when sharing her difficult and raw experiences in her memoir) to help others. The reminder that we still have much to offer when we're tattered and worn. My voice teacher. Tickets to see Sarah… Continue reading Just Tattered and Torn? Nah.