Katherine's Coffeehouse

When I remember you, I want you to remember me, not as I am now, but how it used to be, through the narrow opening of time,

In the family of “Is there enough?” money plays hide and seek,

My grandfather’s book, “Joe on Jury,” memoirs of an America that welcomed volunteers,

That afternoon we lost our way on the Appalachian Trail: November, and an inexplicable wind picked up,

Take this morning motivation,