I came for the coffee bean. You know, the one they put on the top of your coffee drink when you leave the corner stand. This place was my favorite, but eventually I am not going to lie…I became irritated by one of their young, blonde, baristas. Maybe it was because she rolled her eyes and […]
The Black Eyed, Four-Year-Old and How Our “Holes” Can Be Made “Whole”
“Do you have a pair of socks I can borrow? Size four.” A preschool-aged boy sits in the entry of our door, sheepishly looking up at me, soaked with shame in his eyes. One black sock, another white. A hole so large, his feet freeze right through, this cold fall night. Frost blanketing his life. His black […]