A big thank you to all the great coffee mugs in my life. The mugs that helped me imagine all those stories and poems, kept me reasonably sane during editing, rejections, and acceptances. The ones that stayed warm and delicious in the earliest of mornings and the latest of nights, that supported me through private fits of anger, depression, and jubilation.
Mugs, without you I'd still be staring at a blank screen
with cobwebs over my brain. You are one of 25 or 30 items that complete me.
So here's to you, coffee-and-sometimes-tea-and-occasionally-whisky
mugs. I raise you to you and take a sip. May your rims never chip.