Mom and Me and Me and Coffee

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I remember when my mother

started to seriously drink coffee, and having it be a regular part of her mornings. I was just about as tall as the faucet at the kitchen sink. That time shaped me, my love of coffee as well as my memories of the quiet, and mysterious moments around the table in the kitchen.

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I’m an ordinary woman, and #survivor #writing—existing in an extraordinary world. Fuck them lanes. #WEOC #BotBEditor introvert #POMpoet #TBIN #Poetry #Memoirs

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I’m an ordinary woman, and #survivor #writing—existing in an extraordinary world. Fuck them lanes. #WEOC #BotBEditor introvert #POMpoet #TBIN #Poetry #Memoirs

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