We sat on barstools in the front door of the coffee shop, taking in the warmth of the sun like cats on a porch. We looked at each other and out the windows and at the people that filled the room. Not all words are…
My underwear, comforter and other random articles of clothing are tumbling away in a dryer downstairs and I have to wait, wait, wait like a dog for his master. I can see the Lord of this life, high up in the clouds, laugh at my…