#Drink

There is something intensely social about coffee: I remember an Arabic friend for whom I strived to make the perfect espresso, who told me the story of visits to his homeland, of drinking

In all the days of my youth, I’m sure no one guessed that one day I’d advocate beer.  I disliked beer, couldn’t stand the stench of it:  sour and bitter

I’d never peg my mom as the “foodie” type: She starts each day with a Diet Coke, munches popcorn for dinner when my dad’s out of town, and thinks nothing of

Don’t try to convince me that pain is not a means of temptation.  My body says differently. In the last forty-eight hours, I’ve suffered such pain that I want only

Duluth, Georgia has never really offered much in the way of nightspots, neither sixteen years ago when I was growing up nor today, with its great influx of Hispanic and Asian culture into

I'm sure I would have hated this drink at some point in my life, the strongly bitter liquid with a finish reminiscent of that thick, nasty, red cough syrup that my