✨(After-hours pour) ✨ One cruel voice can echo louder than a hundred kind ones. It takes a hundred hugs to heal what one lie can wound.

In this episode, I open up about how words can scar deeper than we realize — and what it means to rewrite those echoes with love, kindness, and presence.

This pour is about the math of healing. About turning down the lies and letting the good in. About absorbing the hugs — and deflecting the venom.

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Ordinary moments don’t make headlines. They don’t trend on social media. But they’re the ones that stay with us.

In this Coffee Episode, Ron Eastman reflects on the miracles we usually overlook: being seen when you feel unnoticed, a hug from a stranger’s child in Greece, the spark of connection that stops time, the whisper of instinct that saves you, the quiet return of creativity, forgiveness, and laughter — and finally, the biggest ordinary miracle of all.

Pour a cup, take it slow, and sit with me for this one.

In this whiskey pour, I open up about a kind of hunger that isn’t about food… it’s about being seen, being fed emotionally, and what happens when routine and responsibility bury the connection we crave most.

This episode isn’t about heartbreak or leaving — it’s about naming the loneliness that can live inside love, and the parts of us that still want to feel alive.

If you’ve ever sat across from someone you love and still felt miles away… this pour is for you.

️ I Drink My Coffee Black and My Whiskey Neat — where we don’t shout, we pour.

In this mini pour, I share honestly about needing to pause. Fatigue and sparks of pain have made it hard to focus — and since this podcast is about honesty, I can’t pretend I’ve got it all in me this week.

Episode 6 will come next week, and it’s a deep one about emotional undernourishment and loneliness in relationships.

For now, thank you for giving me space to show up human, not perfect. This is A Quiet Pour.

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In this coffee episode of I Drink My Coffee Black and My Whiskey Neat, I explore why nothing real — not nature, not life, not love — ever moves in straight lines.

Rivers twist, double back, and carve through stone. Trees bend toward light and grow around shadows. Even our own veins, nerves, and emotions refuse to flow in perfect order.

Yet we still expect our lives to follow a clean path from point A to point B. Maybe the detour is the map. Maybe the mess is how we’re meant to move.

Pour a cup and join me for a reflective conversation on embracing life’s curves, trusting the unexpected, and finding meaning in the moments that don’t make sense until later.

 ✨(After-hours pour)✨Some connections never happen — not because they weren’t meant to, but because no one made the first move.

This episode is about all the almosts.
The glances that meant something.
The texts we wrote but never sent.
The messages we needed to say, but didn’t.

It’s not just about loneliness.
It’s about the fear of being too much — or not enough.
It’s about the grief of what never got to become.
And the bravery it takes to speak anyway.

Whether you’ve been the one who waited…
or the one who walked away too soon…
this one’s for you.

️ I Drink My Coffee Black and My Whiskey Neat
Where we don’t shout. We pour.
And tonight, we’re pouring the ache of silence —
and the courage to break it.

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 ✨(After-hours pour)✨ Some nights don’t go quiet. Some nights fight back.

This isn’t a story with a tidy ending. It’s one of the rawest nights of my life — and I almost didn’t make it through. Not because of one big event, but because of the silence. The kind that creeps in slowly… and convinces you that maybe it’s okay to stop fighting.

This episode is for anyone who’s ever stood at the edge — not because they wanted to die, but because they couldn’t figure out how to keep living.

If that’s you…

Pour something honest.

Sit with it.

And let this be your reminder:

You’re not the only one.

I Drink My Coffee Black and My Whiskey Neat

Where we don’t shout.

We pour.

And tonight… we poured what almost didn’t survive.

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Some things have to burn before anything new can grow.

In this first episode, I talk about wildfires, soil, extinction—and the unexpected gift of what gets cleared when life doesn’t go as planned. What started as a quiet gardening moment with my daughter became a reflection on dinosaurs, fatherhood, survival, and the painful, necessary art of letting go.

This isn’t about prehistory.

It’s about becoming.

Because sometimes the things that feel like destruction… are really just the beginning of something more alive.

️ I Drink My Coffee Black and My Whiskey Neat.

Where we don’t shout.

We pour.