A Mug for Every Emotion

Saturday, September 29, 2018

I have a mug for every emotion: when I want to feel more like a writer, the Antioch University Los Angeles mug I got at graduation; when I crave sunshine, my Matsumoto's mug from Hawaii. There's my British grandmother's purple-flowered mug and my Paris mug, where they don't drink their café crèmes out of coffee mugs but, missing the feeling of one in my hands, I discovered one in a little shop in the Marais—both now graced with hairline cracks. And when my throat is scratchy and my nose is running, like today, a good, solid mug with sweet, minty peppermint tea in it.