My dad always says to open with a joke. So we’ll start with one I just made: Patron to waiter: “Knock knock.” Waiter: “Who’s there?” Patron: “Chamomile.” Waiter: “Chamomile who?” Patron: “Chamomile come any faster? I’m starving…” *Ba dum tissss* (Surely that’s been made up somewhere, sometime prior to now. But we’ll pretend it wasn’t.) My ridiculous opener is meant to illustrate one of my most salient character defects: impatience… Read More
Shawty, what you drank?
It’s interesting what beverages people aren’t willing to live without. For me, it’s tea and coffee. For most people I know, that bottle glass of vino is vital at the day’s end for sanity maintenance. What’s even more interesting is some of the studies that surface defending over-indulging. I’m all for the daily unwind. Do what you gotta do if it’s not disruptive to everyone around you. But don’t pass.. Read More
Tea, Serenity, and Jason Voorhees
After kicking scripts outta my medicine cabinet, my tea cabinet kicked its game up a notch. Specifically, it took on a life of its own for the past five and a half months. It started out simply enough: some chamomile, the seasonal pumpkins, peppermints, and chai. Then, as my newfound unsullied senses began to heighten, I found myself rediscovering the tea aisle of Wegmans all over again. I was just.. Read More