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Boozy Brunch Food & Drink Recipes

April 12, 2019 // 0 Comments

Brunch it up! Who doesn’t like a weekend meal filled with comfort foods and boozy drinks? There’s plenty of time to hang out, catch up with friends and family, or simply [...]

Loaded Salads That’ll Make Your Mouth Water

March 31, 2019 // 0 Comments

Salad has come a long way from bagged iceberg lettuce and ranch (no offense to those that love it, but there’s so much more) with every meal. These loaded salads are their [...]

Eats & Drinks | 6 Guacamole Recipes That Go Beyond Dip

September 16, 2016 // 0 Comments

We have 6 delicious recipes to really kick your Guacamole recipes up a notch. [...]

Nita Sweeney on Encouraging Words: Wisdom from Around the Web | Vol. 32
13 Jun 2019
Thanks to Saundra Goldman and Sweatpants and Coffee for including the quote from Depression Hates a Moving Target. I'm so excited folks are finding it inspiring. Be well!
on Sweatpants & Mental Health | Love What You Got
12 Jun 2019
I cannot express loudly enough how I relate to these worries but also bow down and praise you for your bravery in "the chair". It warms my heart that such a vulnerable position can lead to such profound relationships and thoughts on life!
on Sweatpants & Soul | Drinking Coffee in Diners
10 Jun 2019
I can remember being very young (3 or 4?), and my dad would feed me spoonfuls of his coffee, while my mother fretted that it would "stunt my growth". My younger sister liked to sample the creamer jars (glass way back then) at the Farm Shop. But I was ready for Dad's coffee. I still drink it the same way - not too light and just a little sweetning. And coffee. No flavors, no chocolate, just good old Java.
on Sweatpants & Soul | Drinking Coffee in Diners
09 Jun 2019
This a beautiful! Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories! Drink up young lady and eat the pie!!
on Sweatpants & Soul | Drinking Coffee in Diners
09 Jun 2019
I grew up in "the South" and my grandmother roasted coffee beans every morning in her wood burning stove, then ground them for my grandfather herself, his mother, and the older boys. Every. Morning. As if. I grew up watching my dad and mom drink it from the electric silver percolator, all modern and convenient. Noe of this roasting stuff. The Piggly Wiggly ground coffee for you, bagged it right there at the check out. It was a big deal when I was old enough to be entrusted to make coffee. My mom added a pinch of salt to the grounds and I did as she taught, so it wouldn't be bitter. I didn't like coffee in hs but developed a taste in coffee. I drank bad cafeteria coffee or machine coffee in the paper cups. And yes, when I drank it, I felt more grown up. Now, pushing 60, upon waking, I struggle to form sentences until I have had a cup! Well, 2 cups. My mom, 90, still drinks 2 in the morning, 1 or 2 in the mid afternoon. It is in the fabric, maybe DNA by now, of our lives.