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
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