I’d just finished writing my last post, stacked  my coffee mug on my book, bustling to straighten the living room and get on with my day. So imagine my delight on finding I’d written the post all thewhile sipping from my Anne Tyler mug, gifted to me nearly 23 years ago to the day by friend and book store manager, Sally B., who knew my love of all-things-Tyler. Who knew coffee mugs could live so long?!

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