We were walking out of Central Barbecue in Memphis, Tennessee, when Paul said, "Let's walk around the front of the motel and see what it is." We'd driven past the sign on the way to the barbecue place, knew we should know the name but came up bupkis. Was is some old rocker's momma's name? …
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Where do You Find the Holy?
If we were having coffee, we would be out on the patio enjoying the morning, as our temperatures in North Central Texas have dropped and the mornings have been spectacular. Over the first cup, I might ask if you've spent any time in prayer this week, however you pray, given all the various storms …
Continue reading #WeekendCoffeeShare: Contemplating the Power of Prayer, and a Road Trip
If we were having coffee, I might ask if you follow any sort of Lenten practice? I do, and generally find it a helpful, healthy time of year to clean up, clean out, recenter. In years past, I've given up chocolate, red meat, etc., or taken up some reading, some form of self-improvement. Last year, …
If we were having coffee, I'd tell you I was worried last night - I seriously thought I'd jinxed the Superbowl for my beloved by waiting to buy a lobster tail. Lesson learned: if you want lobstah rolls for dinner (to compliment a Patriots victory), you need to secure one prior to the day it's wanted. …
Continue reading Hallelujah! It’s a mirepoix! A (post) Weekend Coffee Share
Home of the University of North Texas, Denton has a lovely old square conveniently surrounded with good restaurants and quirky shops. There is a stately old courthouse around which protests and events happen all year round, and here is where an estimated 2,500 of us gathered in solidarity with the Women's March on Washington, and …
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Women’s March Edition, 2017
I've been in a funk since the election. It didn't go my way. The Wednesday after, I allowed myself to wallow, neither listening to nor watching any news. It would all still be there when I was ready to hear it. Instead, I Netflixed the day away on the couch in my sweats, with my …
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Rolling up the Sleeves edition
If we were having coffee, I tell you that looking back over my many years and several election cycles, I cannot remember one where my heart has been so heavy, about which I felt such dread, quadrupled on Friday when FBI Director Comey injected himself, once more against all policy and procedure, into the mess. …
Last Saturday, Paul and I got our coffee and breakfast fix at that bastion of 'Murican greatness, the Waffle House. I can't help sharing it with you, and hope you might come to know and love it as we do. It's not fancy. It's definitely not elegant, and you have to be in the American …
If we were having coffee, I'd probably be going back and forth between nervous chatter over my news, and wall-eyed, silent panic over everything it means for the immediate future. Over our first cup, I would wonder if you've grown up hearing this expression, "Careful what you ask for, you just may get it," the …
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Mesquite and Salsa Edition
If we were having coffee, it would be an afternoon coffee since Paul and I just got back from a trip out to the Cowpens Revolutionary battlefield. It is said the war was fought in the North but it was here, in the South, where it was won, specifically here in South Carolina at Cowpens, …
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