What's Your Story?

I keep thinking that I would love for this blog to become something a bit more interactive.  I am not under any delusion that I’m the only one with interesting things to say. (And let’s face it - I don’t always have something interesting to say.)

A couple of days ago I shared three of my “hot beverage stories.”  Do you have a hot beverage story?

Maybe your first date with your spouse included an amazing conversation over a hot beverage.

Maybe you struck up a conversation with the guy next to you in Starbucks and learned about someone you might never have known otherwise.

Maybe your grandma shared stories about her childhood while teaching you to make mulled cider.

Maybe your kid said something hilarious or profound while you were sharing a cup of hot chocolate.

The possibilities are endless.

The only requirements are that hot beverages must be included and the conversation must have impacted you in some way.  Sometimes I think writing these things down (or typing them, as the case may be) makes them more real and impactful to the very person who experienced them.  And, who knows, you might impact someone who wasn’t even there.

So come on, grab a hot beverage and tell me your story.  I have a cup of tea in my hand right now…I’m ready.


  • Susan | November 19, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    When I was a young girl, about 50 years ago, my family lived in an apartment for about a year. My brother and I shared a bedroom (I was 5 and he was 3) that was located just off the living room. Every evening after we had been put to bed, my parents would break out the Scrabble board and make coffee. They drank coffee and played a game of Scrabble every evening. Many nights, I would slip out of bed, sneak over to the door and lie on the floor and watch them. I love this precious memory of my parents. I developed a love of both Scrabble and coffee from this!

  • Abby | November 20, 2011 at 3:08 PM

    What a wonderful memory, Susan. Thanks for sharing!

  • Jeri Kleiber | November 29, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    When I was a little girl, we would go to Louisiana to visit my Grandparents (we lived in Texas) Every Morning my MawMaw would get out her coffee cup and a little coffee cup just my size and make me what she called "Grandma Coffee" It was coffee with a little Sugar and Cream, but I loved it most of all because it was "Grandma Coffee" I will always have that Special Memory of her.

  • Abby | December 3, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    Aww, what a sweet childhood memory. I love that she had a little coffee cup just for you!

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