Hate has no home here. I poke the blue sign into the flower pots in front of the cafe. “But it does visit from time to time,” Bob quips as he watches me. It’s late. He wants to go home, drink a beer, and try to see Comet Neowise. It’s been so hazy and we’ve […]
Fellowship
It was the loss of fellowship that set me off. The instant removal of my customers was a siren blaring in my brain, screaming at me that this thing that I can best describe as a spiritual calling — this tiny red cafe high in the hills and far from prosperity — Was suddenly […]
The Lady’s Slipper
“I found a Lady’s Slipper,” Bob rushes into the house. I’m groggy from my nap. Saturday was our first day with outdoor dining service, and with reduced capacity and little traffic, just the two of us handled the dinner shift. But I handled the 3 am baking shift, too. That made it a 20-hour day […]