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The Letter "Love"

That’s what I want to be when I grow up. That’s the only thought that went through my head yesterday when I was in the company of my precious mother-in-law.  Obviously, my desire isn’t to wrestle someday with the nightmare that is Alzheimer’s....

Friendly

After writing in silence yesterday, the stranger across the table from me began to talk.  Abdul has been here nine months from Afghanistan.  He is an artist and runs a small gallery across the street from Tully’s.  He is teaching art classes (oils, water colors,...

Rainy Day Crowd

Apparently, when the weather shifts and there is rain in the air, people come indoors.  Specifically, into Tully’s.  There is not a spare chair or table in the place and people are standing and waiting for something to open up.  I had to take a seat at a table...

Strangers, Left and Right

Today in my corner at Tully’s I “chanced” upon two interesting women. One to my left.  A college pre-med student wrestling with trigonometry and testing anxiety.  A clear faced complexion coupled with that fresh glow of promise and all the world...

Sacred Grounds (Tully's)

There is a woman sitting in the corner at Tully’s.  She is nondescript and appears to be focused on only what is right in front of her.  Her quiet demeanor does not match the intensity with which she seems to be flying across her computer keys.  Unaware of those...

This New Morning

How thankful I am this new morning that You came for the broken, the sinner, the sick, the dirty, the lost. I will lift thankful hands this moment that You come to the closets, the hovels, the pits and the asylums we create just to find us and bring us home. My knees...