I used to be a coffee addict. I drank it black, and I drank it often. The stronger the better. Coffee fueled the world, I said. Coffee was strong and glamorous. Coffee cafes were full of energy and lively music and successful writers with their laptops. Tea, on the other hand? Tea was anything but […]
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During these shutdown days, there’s a book I’ve been thinking about. A book about a man trapped in his own life. A Gentleman in Moscow is a historical fiction novel by Amore Towles, and it captivated me the first time I read it. It’s the story of a man who seems to have no place in
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This is the story of how it all began or, to quote The Hobbit, a story of there and back again. It began with a garden. It wasn’t an herb garden. It was a vegetable garden, or rather a series of them tucked into the sunny spots of our quarter-acre piece of land. I wanted