A summer swimming pool, a winter snowstorm, and other things you can't enjoy at the same time.
Sometimes my mugs remind me of experiences or destinations. Sometimes they remind me of people. This mug does both.
Starbucks is less of a destination to me than it is a mobile office. One where there's always lots of stories. (And coffee.)
Why do I keep writing about mugs? It's simple really: Because you have a story.
The Camp Barakel song is on a loop in my head today...and my heart. Cheesy as it may be.
Here's to new places, fluffy pancakes, good coffee, and soul-lodging friends.
“Call me Ishmael.” Call me Twain Call me Austen. Herman Melville’s Moby Dick begins with the introduction of the main character—Ishmael. We follow him through the ultimate revenge story cloaked in a painfully detailed description of the 19th century whaling... Continue Reading →
Newsflash: Life doesn't start at marriage.
