Libby spent the rest of Christmas week helping Artie and making sure the shop ran as best as it could with just the two of them. As she worked, she thought about all the times Michael had stayed over late to help. How he would suddenly appear when a heavy box needed moving or nail …
Post Christmas Poem
Libby woke late on Saturday morning with puffy eyes and a headache. Spartacus let her know that she was well behind schedule in getting his breakfast. Stumbling out of bed and wandering into her tiny kitchen, her cell phone began buzzing. Looking at the screen, she saw it was Artie calling. She hit the speaker …
Art by WAHudsonArt “Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.” Joseph Campbell I have been thinking about sacred spaces. Do you have a space that feels sacred? A place where you instantly feel at ease? Before I dive head long into that thought, I know this coming weekend is …
She could barely eat a bite; she was so nervous. Tonight, was her date with Chance Ford. It occurred to her that she really didn’t even know the guy. At any rate, she had spent a small fortune on finding the right dress. It was red velvet, off-the-shoulder, and fit her like a glove. Artie …
At the time this blog will post, Christmas will be twelve days away. It seems we just got started, and yet, here we are almost to the finish line. It is an understatement that the holidays are not always a happy time for many people. There are many reasons this can be the case, and …
The next few days were a whirlwind of new shipments arriving, people shopping for Christmas and students hanging out in the coffee area with their laptops and earbuds studying for midterm exams. Libby kept an eye out for Chance Ford and finally her efforts were rewarded on a Friday when she saw him having coffee …
“It’s coming on Christmas; they’re cutting down trees….” Libby hummed along to the Joni Mitchell tune piping through the shop sound system as she placed the last ornament on the tree for the front window display. As she stood back to survey her work, the delicious smells of orange cranberry scones filled the air. Her …
