What To Do With All Those Mugs and Teacups That Have Multiplied In Your House Like Rabbits

I’m currently working on a book about teachers, which means that I am thinking about mugs (a.k.a. the very last thing the teachers in your life want from you) more than the average bear.

I’m not particularly overextended in the mug department myself, but teacups are another story. My mom – like many, many moms out there, apparently – has always collected teacups, and over the years she’s passed off a handful to me as “gifts” (a.k.a. “things she has too many of and no room for”). Which means I, ...