Coffee

As a child I always loved the smell of coffee, every morning our home was filled with the aroma. My mom sweetened her coffee with cream and sugar. Every so often I would sneak in a sip and when I did the sweetness of her coffee,  in a home clear of sweets, was heaven to me. 

In my early twenties I would frequent the Edible Complex in Oakland ( closed up years ago, such a shame, it was a gem). I would sit in the corner, on nice days outside, and drink cup after cup after cup of coffee while friends would pop by to meet up, on other days I'd sit quietly and read a book, and on many days I would sip my coffee while writing in my journal. It became a big part of my life, my coffee. It accompanied me during an incredible time while I learned and grew as a young woman on her own.

Now as I am in my mid-30's - coffee is the beginning of every day. Yes, it gives me that extra boost. But it's more than that, it's warm, it's sweet, it's the fuel that has guided me throughout. At night when it's getting close to bedtime there's an inner part of me that can't wait to wake up the next morning and sit with my cup of coffee. It's simply the best part of every day.