As I sit and gaze out the window at the brick house across the street I ponder life’s great coffees… oohmpf! I mean moments. I’m thinking about how me, a farmer’s daughter ended up a thousand miles from home living a “city” life. Though I guess anyone in this city’d tell ya that this ain’tContinue reading “Mediocre Moments and PB&J”
Boldly living life after recovery one step–at–a-time
