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Selling Back-to-School: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Coffee and Conversation in Real Life
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The Coinblade Chronicles: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The Miracle of “Making-Do”: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Let’s Talk About Bullying, Part One: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Let’s Talk About Bullying, Part Two: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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I Was Just Thinking….Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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A Matter of Timing: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The Structure of Lovely Chaos: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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To What Do I Owe the Pressure? #weekendcoffeeshare and #SoCS
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m looking at my caffeine intake as a little bit more than just enjoyable, this week. You see, on Thursday night, I had a migraine – one of the worst I’ve...
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