An essay that won the Glenna Luschei Prairie Schooner Award and was published in Vol. 93, No. 2 of the same magazine After Elissa Washuta Every morning, I use my grandmother’s coffee pot.  Wait, no, that doesn’t sound quite right.  Let’s start this again.  I still own my grandmother’s coffee pot, a stainless-steel 12-cup electric…

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