Sixteen years ago I met an Englishman on a sofa in a fraternity at Penn State. Now we’re living in a tiny flat in London with a shaggy Bearded Collie called Ella. When I tell people in America that I live abroad there is always a brief pause, a moment when a whole life is imagined, something romantic or exotic, quirky or adventurous, something that reveals more about the person doing the imagining than the reality of my life.
‘Storm in a Teacup’ is a title that seems to work on various levels, the most obvious being my status as a passionate American girl living in England, a place renowned for its tea. But the true meaning of this expression gets more to the heart of what this blog is about. A storm in a teacup is a small event that has been totally exaggerated out of proportion, and in essence this blog is a space where I’d like to bring awareness to tiny seemingly insignificant things.
Living life in the modern world is a precarious balance. It isn’t surprising that as a society we are riddled with anxiety, vaguely aware that everything could unravel at any moment. My antidote to this life-devouring malaise is to honour the storm, to look closely at the things I don’t understand, to treat the upsets and the irritations as tea leaves at the bottom of a china cup.
Everything I write here will be an attempt to connect with the people in my life, both near and far, the place where I live, the events of my day, and the words themselves. There is no limit to what you might find here. A new recipe for pecan pie may be followed by my thoughts on a poem by Mary Oliver. Feel free to come and go as you please. Curl up with a cup of tea and wait out the storm.