I can say with confidence that
my first chai tea latte was not the authentic, brewed - to - order kind you'll find in Portland, Oregon but a sweet syrupy imposture that some places still pass off as chai tea.
This fall, you'll find me choosing to nourish my roots — reading my childhood favorites to my littles under cozy blankets, sipping
chai tea (and maybe a pumpkin spice
latte or ten) while I work on a secret project, and being okay with the fact that not all personal growth is obvious at
first.