My Relationship with Running

I've always had a love-hate relationship with running. In high school, despite being active in dance and tumbling, the idea of running a mile was almost painful for me. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that my gym teachers always seemed to pick the hottest, sweatiest Louisiana mornings to march us out … Continue reading My Relationship with Running


My Education in Coffee

I started drinking coffee in middle school. Each weekend, I would wake up, wander down the hallway, and find my parents discussing the morning news over their cups of coffee. To my 12 year-old self, nothing seemed more sophisticated, and I relished the mornings when my mom would fix me my own mug (which was … Continue reading My Education in Coffee