The Mug Was Already Broken

Thoughts and musings on love, loss, and honoring a Great Queen.

While living in downtown Chicago, I’d quickly become something of a Starbucks addict.

Not necessarily because of the coffee—although I do love me a brown sugar shaken cup of goodness—but because of the ambience, the smells, and the feeling of luxury I could enjoy while struggling to make ends meet. I took advantage of their app…