Coffee Basics

I spilled them all over the counter. It was a completely clumsy accident involving two half-empty bags of coffee, a […]

The yellow lines on the highway were starting to blur together into one continuous, hypnotic streak. It was 1:30 AM

I used to buy coffee the exact same way I used to buy wine in my early twenties: by looking

I was sitting at a crowded dining room table, surrounded by the quiet clinking of wine glasses and the low

For the better part of a decade, that deafening, high-pitched shriek was the soundtrack to my mornings. It was the

I was standing in the middle of the brightly lit produce aisle at my local grocery store, holding a small,

My hands were actually shaking. It wasn’t a subtle, barely noticeable tremor, either. I was sitting at my kitchen island,

I was sitting on the floor of my living room on a quiet Sunday afternoon, drinking a mug of black

I can remember the exact table I was sitting at. It was a small, slightly wobbly wooden table tucked into

It was a completely mundane Tuesday afternoon at the office. I was sitting at my desk, staring blankly at a