While patiently waiting in an oddly long line for late-night coffee at Java House last night (needed a little kick to keep me up to see Gone Girl), my wee little Java Cooler order got lost in the shuffle.
I was having breakfast with my mother a week ago when inspiration finally hit. I’ve been waiting to start a blog until I found a name that felt right. Lo and behold, all it took to find that was a visit from mom, and a conversation about growing up in small town Iowa with a brain…