Confessions of a new coffee drinker
I have a confession to make. At an age when most people are thinking about giving up coffee, I’ve just started drinking it. Six months ago, in fact. I’ve somehow managed to get through college, motherhood, various careers and a zillion early mornings without becoming a coffee drinker. I’ve always been one of those suspicious people clutching tea or hot chocolate while everyone else wandered around with paper cups the size of flower pots. It wasn’t for lack of trying. Somewhere around college I discovered that coffee and I did not have a healthy relationship. I’d drink one ...
