Sunday Morning Coffee


After I gifted a friend a bag of this purely for the name, I had to try it out myself. A little lighter than what I’m used to, but I’m enjoying it. Kicking Horse makes some great coffee.

Now, I’ve got months and months worth of good reads saved up so I hope you’re ready 😁

Things I’m Enjoying:

  • When Grief Becomes Surreal: On the reality-bending effects of trauma in literature
  • This piece by Rosa Lyster about her father rediscovering fiction.
  • How Georgia O’Keeffe left her cheating husband for a mountain
  • You’ve Got Mail and the Internet of Ordinary People by Andrea Laurion

    I wanted to be Kathleen Kelly, her name crisp with that double-kay sound. She was a cool adult, one of the first fictional characters to give me an idea of the kind of life I’d like to lead. Asking a child what she wants to be when she grows up is a question that always pertains to occupation. Though being a bookstore owner was extremely appealing, it was more than the job. With Kathleen, it was about how she lived her life, how she looked at the world around her. Kathleen bought flowers just because. She wore black in the fall and pastels in the spring. Better yet, she was human, not an impossibly perfect idealized person. She said the wrong things and agonized over it for hours, just like I did. We both loved books and the Internet, a contradiction of analog and technology. And like Kathleen Kelly, I tried to hide my online obsession. It felt embarrassing, as if it was a sign that I didn’t know how to act like a human, which, considering I was an awkward preteen, I kind of didn’t.

  • Fried green tomatoes over basil goat cheese grits
  • How Annie Proulx researches

    My earliest memory in life is sunlight patterns on the ground coming down through the leaves of the tree. I remember that before anything else. That sort of sunk into me very early on. And my mother had a question she used to ask from time to time, sometimes when a piece of music was playing on the radio. Classical music usually prompted this question. She would ask, “What do you see when you hear this music?” And I always saw the woods.

  • Jackie Wolven on personal development
  • What lies beneath: an introvert’s guide to fiction–and life