I always have a cup of coffee in my hand. If you look through my flickr account, you find coffee everywhere. If you look where I’ve walked or worked, you’ll find coffee stains. Caffeine in the morning. Decaf later in the day.
But why?
Why do I drink so much coffee? Why is it so pervasive?
My parents [...]
A Cup Of History
September 24th, 2008 · No Comments
Tags: Family
Just For Me
August 27th, 2008 · 1 Comment
I was five or six.
It was about 8:00pm just outside Webster, Wisconsin. We were at my grandparent’s house. We had probably driven a couple hours from our home in New Hope, a suburb of Minneapolis.
I don’t much about arriving, about the conversations. My first clear memory of that evening is walking next to my Swedish [...]










