coffee & depressionA few years ago, I heard a story on the nightly news that said, “Recent studies show a link between drinking coffee and depression.”  My first thought was, “WHAT? This is an abomination!”

If any of you know me, you know that one of my favorite things is coffee. Yes, yes, of course, I appreciate all sorts of things and all sorts of hobbies but coffee is like a loyal friend.  It’s been there in the good times and the bad.  It loves me no matter how ugly I’ve behaved, how sad I feel or how over the top excited I am!  With cup in hand, I’ve been a real “meany”, uncontrollably weepy and on the lucky occasion, hysterically funny.  Coffee to me, is like that sweet little puppy that jumps in your lap when you first get home.  It’s like, “A man’s best friend.”

As far back as I can remember, my greatest memories ALWAYS included a cup of coffee whether poorly made or dripped from the spigot of a Starbucks.  It wasn’t really the “coffee” but the things that took place while drinking that coffee.  I remember staying up in the wee hours of the morning cramming my studies in while depending on “Joe” to keep me going.  Coffee, I suppose has always been one of the greatest accessories to the outfit of my life.  It isn’t about the ear rings or those beautiful shoes.  It’s that java.  You see, when I was growing up, the women in my family would always gather around the table with a pot of coffee and lots of stories to tell.  When I was very small I dreamed of the days when I would be “big enough” to join in with those women.  I learned a great deal hanging around that table, sometimes good and sometimes not so good. 🙂

I was probably around twelve when my mom let me have that first cup of coffee, full of milk and sugar, as I recall. I sat with those women and gulped in all that milk spiked with coffee and gathered in all those tales that partly formed who I am today.  I’ll never forget the first time I happened to tell a great story over coffee.  I jovially witnessed the women of my family laugh so hard that they nearly spit out that precious java and land themselves straight down on the floor.   That feeling of complete acceptance just can’t be replicated!  I knew then, I’d never be the same!  I’ve determined since then, any good story deserves a great cup of coffee.  And if you were to call and say, “Kimberly – I’ve a great story to tell you, I would be tempted every time to say, “Wait!  Let me fix a pot of coffee.”

When I was 29 years old, I

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