A big thank you to the great coffee mugs in my life. The ones that helped me imagine all those stories and poems, that kept me reasonably sane during editing, rejections, and unexpected success. 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 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.