Life as a Broken Teacup
When I was a child, I was quite lonely. I would spend hours in my bedroom playing with Barbie dolls or making my own tea parties with my favorite doll and stuffed bears. I know that image is probably a lot cuter in your mind than it was in reality, but that’s okay.
Run with it.
My grandmother was a tea leaf reader. She would use loose leaf tea and when you reached the bottom of the warm, soothing…