I grew up in the country. The first home I remember was surrounded by farmers’ fields – cows grazing, haygrass blowing in the wind. I became a city dweller many (many) (ssshh) years ago. And I’ve always loved the city. But even in the middle of the bustle, I’ve always sought out green space. I love the energy of the city, but finding a green oasis or even getting completely out into the country reminds me: being constantly surrounded by people and concrete is disconnected from what actually keeps us alive. Fields growing food. Animals grazing. Watersheds cleaning away the toxins we spew in to them every day. Vast forests scrubbing clean the air we breathe. (more…)
Gosh, I love coffee. It’s not just an “I must have caffeine” addiction: I really enjoy drinking it. I love the warmth, the roasty aroma, the cultural routine around “meeting for coffee” and the intimacy that brings. At home, I make a latte every morning. We have this gorgeous old Jura espresso machine that cost us a bloody fortune somewhere around 10 or so years ago, and over the years I’ll easily say it’s made 10,000 cups of coffee, give or take a few hundred. 10,000! That’s a lot. And we drink what I would call an average amount of coffee.