Moving On

Fri, 2014-09-19 11:36 News Staff

By Renae Brumbaugh

Yesterday, my coffee maker died. It just quit working. No warning. No sputtering or strange noises. It just died. My first reaction was one of those deercaught- in-the-headlights panic moments. No coffee? How will I make it through the day with no coffee? Then, after a few deep breaths, I remembered that I could do what the pioneer women did. They boiled their coffee.