True story: When I first moved to Nashville in 2004, having Bongo across the street was such a novelty that I used to save my coffee sleeves and eventually built up quite a collection. The Mochahontas (Bongo-speak for a cinnamon vanilla mocha) was my gateway drug into a pretty persistent coffee addiction that I still have to this day. Almost seven years later, I’m still schlepping down the street to Bongo in my PJs for caffeine and inspiration and also to procrastinate when I have work to do.

True story: When I first moved to Nashville in 2004, having Bongo across the street was such a novelty that I used to save my coffee sleeves and eventually built up quite a collection. The Mochahontas (Bongo-speak for a cinnamon vanilla mocha) was my gateway drug into a pretty persistent coffee addiction that I still have to this day.

Almost seven years later, I’m still schlepping down the street to Bongo in my PJs for caffeine and inspiration and also to procrastinate when I have work to do.

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Sometimes I write things on Nashvillest.com and other times I work a real job that involves lots of airports, hotels, spreadsheets and the occasional pantsuit. Avid roadtripper, lover of redbud trees and firm believer in taking the scenic route. These are a few of my favorite things.

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