Hold the Espresso for Now: Confessions of a Coffee Drinker

I am not a morning person. I don’t think I will ever be a morning person. Nighttime is when my mind seems to come alive; it is the best time for me to think and create. In short, I am a night owl; I always have been. Even though I was the youngest in my family, I gave up Saturday morning cartoons as soon as my older, and appallingly morning-oriented, sister did. And, although I was not willing to give up my family’s tradition of Saturday morning pancake breakfasts, I was not averse to crawling back into bed after breakfast if I could.

Despite my nocturnal tendencies, I managed, through sheer determination in high school and careful selection of my schedule in college, to avoid the need for morning coffee. That all ended with my first “real” job. Even the warm sunlight of southern California wasn’t enough to coax me awake and alert at 6:30 in the morning. Fortunately my apartment was not that far from a coffee shop. And so, my love of espresso and all other things coffee was born.   Continue reading “Hold the Espresso for Now: Confessions of a Coffee Drinker”