Coffee Origins

I carried a glass of moderately expensive Pinot Noir at a dinner party when I realized I was a massive […]

I have a terrible, deeply ingrained habit of building invisible walls around my preferences. Whenever I find something I genuinely

I used to live a highly caffeinated double life. To my friends, my coworkers, and the outside world, I was

I used to have one of those giant, scratch-off maps of the world hanging on my bedroom wall. The goal

I kept standing in front of a massive, floor-to-ceiling chalkboard menu at a famous multi-roaster café in downtown Chicago, holding

I cleared my entire dining room table on a Sunday morning. I pushed the fruit bowl aside, moved the mail

I was standing in the middle of a crowded, sun-drenched farmer’s market on a crisp Saturday morning, holding two tiny

I spend a lot of my time behind a camera lens, obsessing over aperture, shutter speed, and lighting to capture

There is a profound difference between looking at something and actually seeing it. Imagine walking into a gallery or an

I have a confession to make: I am a terrible gardener. A few summers ago, long before my specialty coffee