Many years ago, I was visiting some family friends who’d just bought a new house. I wanted to bring them some kind of present, but we lived in very different worlds. I was scraping by getting ready to start medical school. They were legitimately rich people for...
People love coffee. It feels like a groovy, grown-up thing. Bitter may not be a kids flavor, but I always love the smell of my mother’s coffee. (Hi, Mom!) I tried to like it. At my first corporate job, I went in every day to get coffee. At first, I thought,...