Home is a Mug of Coffee
It takes a lot of percolating to become your own person.
Hello there! And welcome to Dandelion Seeds, an illustrated newsletter that’s hand-painted and hand-lettered, from my desk to yours.
Today, I’m thrilled to say we’ve made it to the final installment of “Home is a Mug of Coffee.”
I always like to end a new essay series by publishing the full story in one post, to make it easier to share or to read in one sitting (with your favorite hot drink by your side, of course).
Thank you for being here, and I can’t wait to kick off a new essay series with you soon.
With love,
Candace
What a beautiful story! 💙💙 the Folgers can brought back a lot of memories - especially of playing cards with my grandma while she drank black coffee. Now I want to try Turkish and Indian coffee. Thank you for sharing your adventures!
Well done Candace Rose! This is a beautiful tale of self reflection and recognition told through the lens of our favourite beverage. Like you I love both coffee and tea and from now on I’m going to be a little more introspective about it.