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National Espresso Day

    Have an espresso today. Today is National Espresso Day. I have a doppio everyday. If you don't know what a doppio is, then its fair to say you won't know what an espresso is. If you read the link above then you will get a good idea of what the drink is. The... Continue Reading →

Chicken fried pancakes

I'm at the supermarket standing still and slack jawed in aisle 8. I'm staring at the shopping list that I have on a small clipboard clutched in my right hand. I started comprising this very list on Thursday night in preparation for the ritual Saturday morning shopping trip. Thursday evening  while in front of the TV,... Continue Reading →

Oregon Street coffee house

The story of a coffee house  Tripio opens with a prologue, which was the suggestion of my editor. He felt the book needed something to grab the reader right away. My immediate reactionary, immature and arrogant thought was that Tripio is great and that its greatness demands patience! Those thoughts did not travel from my... Continue Reading →

Coffee and writing

 Some writing with your coffee? It is not yet seven a.m. on Sunday morning. And I have been up for close to ninety minutes. This is my schedule. I have come to the conclusion that sleeping in is overrated. This is my day off and one hears a lot about how others relish the chance... Continue Reading →

Who would read a Starbucks novel?

         “Who would read a novel Starbucks novel?” I asked the facilitator of my “Author Development” class. Her answer would be important to me. After all, I had just written one. She looked my way and made eye contact for a moment. She then looked out above my head towards the wall behind me... Continue Reading →

Be where your coffee is

        "Those who manage to be where their coffee is will grow, stretch and emerge stronger, smarter and more prepared as we find peace and gratitude in the pause after the sip" This expert is from the above book and has been modified by me. This morning, I am where my coffee... Continue Reading →

A quote on a quilt

A few days ago I visited the Kurt Vonnegut Museum in my hometown of Indianapolis. I am not from here, Kurt Vonnegut was.  I had never been there as close as I now live to it. And it required out of town visitors interested in seeing the museum to get me there. A few weeks... Continue Reading →

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