She's The Cream in My Coffee
By Melinda (Mel) Peterson, @TheBlessedRealtor - ABR, CRS
(Grants Pass, OR)
I was 10 years old when I became keenly aware of my mother's love for coffee. She labored over a percolator, barely able to stand on her feet while leaning into the counter for balance, as she carefully measured the right amount of water and coffee grounds. When she was done, we both eagerly waited, for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, for that little button on top to signal the perfect pot of liquid gold. She layered her cup with cream and two spoonfuls of sugar. I curiously watched as she raised her cup to her lips for that first sip. Before I could witness her supreme delight, a few drops would always spill on her clothes. She smiled, as if nothing happened. I pretended too that I didn't see a thing, but I knew her shaky hands were caused by her disease, Multiple...