Barista of Bad


I didn’t want to write this book. I wanted a marriage with a happy ending, a mom that lived forever and a bladder that didn’t leak like old galoshes. But life doesn’t always work out like a Julia Roberts Movie.

Being a barista of bad, I have learned how to grind up the bad and turn it into something good

My latest book, When Life Gives You  Butt Beans, Grinding up Life’s Grief into Something Good,  begins on my wedding anniversary in Kunming, China, which landed a few days after my husband announced he wanted to leave me.  The coffee shop was famous for Kopi  Luwak  — also known as butt bean brew. You might have heard of this uncommon ground in the movie, The Bucket List (2007).

In case you haven’t, the coffee beans are secreted from the rear of a civet cat, making the drink both high end and rear end. The bitter coffee seemed like the perfect way to celebrate that monumental crappy day. I asked a friend join me, one who would wipe my tears for the next several years.

While I blubbered, my friend reminded me that I had to make a decision. I could let dark moments define me or allow them to propel me to change.

Change isn’t easy BUT just like the movies, the sequel of me isn’t as good as the original.

Oh well.

We all have crappy moments. Parents die. Kids drop out of college and take up a career smoking meth. Lumps are found. Jobs, homes and even faith is lost.

But here’s the thing. Bad experiences can turn us bitter or they can help us move on.

So if a constipated cat rains on your crappy day, do what I did. Call a friend and cry  over a not-so-crappy cup of coffee.  Your problems won’t go away but by sharing  stories, our loads seem lighter.

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5 comments to “Barista of Bad”
  1. How does one write about divorce? It is at the same time a very common form of suffering and a very profound one. The telling of the story always leads the listener toward “But I’ve heard this before.” Because in many cases, there’s no escape from predictable patterns in the journey of the one left behind. (Few of us, frankly, are interested in the story of the one doing the leaving.)

    Ginger Sinsabaugh (her unmarried name) tells her story in small, digestible pieces, interspersed with thought boxes asking as many questions as offering easy answers. Her background as a barista gives her “tastyfaith.com,” a publisher / approach that promises not to sugar coat things. Ginger doesn’t. Yet somehow one does discover a sense of hopeful optimism despite a lack of any simple happy ending.

    Booklet-sized, “When Life Gives You Butt Beans” doesn’t offer complex theological dissections of divorce or abandonment. What it does offer will be found more than helpful. One woman’s story of divorce and after, her refusal to make that story a blueprint for anyone else, and her openness to allowing her readers and fellow travelers down that road discover what their own questions, hurts, and hopes might be.

    -Jon Trott / former editor, Cornerstone Magazine

  2. When Life Gives You Butt Beans is Ginger Sisabaughś autobiographical account of soul searching, and self discovery, amidst a mid-life divorce. Cleverly and poignantly told, Ginger bravely exposes her raw emotions to her audience as she muddles her way through this devastating life event. Although her profound sadness is palpable, her quick wit and self deprecating humor helps to keep her story hopeful.

    There is no pretty wrap up to the end of her story; in fact there is not really an end at all, which I did not necessarily like. But then this novella is a work of truth not fiction, so of course there was not going to be the fairy tale ending that the lovable heroine, so completely deserved.

    Not only does Ginger share some bits of wisdom that she discovers on her journey, she also raises important questions about faith and human nature along the way that we could all be wise to ponder.

    • Oh, my, I hope Ginger can forgive me. She does indeed, spell her name Sinsabaugh! My students will have a field day if I admit to them that I made a spelling error!!

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