Every few weeks I meet with a group of individuals whom I esteem highly. The “mastermind,” we call it. A group of high-achievers and motivated leaders, I sometimes wonder how I got lucky enough to be included, but in such moments of good fortune, it’s always best to smile and accept rather than analyze one’s
The world of coffee never ceases to deepen in its mysterious intricacies to me, for the more I learn about the history, production and traditions associated with coffee, the more I learn that there is so much more to learn. I was reading about arabica beans last night and their similarity to the human spirit
Sugar is a sneaky thing. It is hidden in practically every food we eat, disguised behind healthy ingredients or chemically substituted by an alternative, potentially even more dangerous combination to trick our taste buds. I used to be the queen of sugar, and interestingly enough, I was also the queen of diets. Not a correlation
French children have always amazed me in their mature, sophisticated understanding of life. I attribute it to French culture’s openness and societal poise, but whatever the real roots of their maturity, they never cease to teach me a lesson. A few days ago, a French family stood in line in Starbucks behind me. Being the
My peppermint iced-coffee addiction serves well for some daily inspirations. This morning, while walking into Starbucks, I was taken aback by the beauty of painted sunrise sky. It was such a brilliant color of pink that it literally took my breath away. Thinking about the beauty of nature made me want to share my favorite skyline photograph.
“Stories are gifts: SHARE.” Opening the doors of Starbucks typically excites me, but yesterday was different. The door itself moved me. It summarized why there is so much power in human connection and I believe that the strength of this connection comes from story telling and memory sharing. It’s a beautiful way to
Starbucks, sleeping in and a glass of sauvignon blanc all mean the same thing to me: quality. I’m not talking about the quality of coffee, the vintage of the wine I choose or the new feather pillows I just bought for my bed. No, I’m talking about quality of life. American culture has programmed us