Through corners of rumpled curtain sunlight sneaked in. Ian’s want for darkness momentarily quelled. Nuzzling his nose into the steamy cup of coffee flooded his brain…her, booze, moonlight, naked! Damn! Promises about visiting the old haunts, broken! Betting on the parole visit Ian leaned down, dragged her limp body into the hidden closet space.
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I have so many coffee stories that would be  good fits for this memoirs prompt, but not one of them would be worth a squat without this one… My grandmother lived alone in a tar shingle sided house atop one of the “mini-mountains” of the Foothills to the Appalachians  in southeastern Ohio. She tended...
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Just this morning, as I was drinking my coffee, the Today Show had a segment about kids drinking coffee. I laughed when it came on, and smiled at the memory that came rushing back. I was introduced to coffee at an early age. Everybody in my house drank coffee was I a kid. My...
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Almost 40 years ago, I made and drank my first cup of coffee and I’ll admit that I was not really impressed with that brown nectar that some people in the world refer to as Arabian wine. I was young, working in an office that rotated the female employees through a schedule of taking...
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This week’s exercise for writing memoir is all about coffee and you could win a copy of Natalie Goldberg’s book Old Friend from Far Away. Being from Canada, I grew up drinking tea. When I started working, we used to go to a little coffee shop in an office building across the street and...
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