Grandma Cooper’s Coffee Magic
There’s something about the way small traditions become treasured memories, isn’t there? In our family, one of those cherished rituals revolved around coffee—or, more accurately, milk in coffee—and Grandma Cooper. Whenever Grandma Cooper came over for a meal, it was like a little beam of sunshine walked through the door. My sisters, Joanne, Merialice, Chere, and I would buzz with excitement. The…














