Ila Schaafsma (1930-2009) Ah, coffee; warming my hands that surround your mug. I love your fragrance that fills our house as you are ground and brewed, and awakens my nose as I lift you to my lips. As your familiar taste flows over my tongue and down my throat I am transported back to a culmination of all the experiences we have had together. I remember when we first met. It was after church at Grandma and Grandpa Leep’s, where {Read More}