Pot of Coffee

After years of making coffee one cup at a time, today, inspired by my neighbor, I brewed a whole pot—just for me. Unexpectedly, memories flooded over me—memories of my mom and my aunts brewing a pot of coffee after lunch and sitting around my grandmother’s round oak table to savor the cup and conversation. What flooded over me was the gratitude I had for these people who encouraged me, praised me, and let me know in myriad ways that I was loved.

All of that in a pot of coffee.

You write it: What is a pot of coffee to you?