Neglect Has a Sound
Marcus walked into The Shepherds Cafe expecting coffee. What he got was clarity. “I think I’m losing my wife,” he admitted—then Elijah asked the question that cut through every excuse: “When is the last time you pursued her?”
The Preschool License Problem
The morning air inside The Shepherds Cafe had that steady, early-winter rhythm—soft jazz tucked under the sound of grinders, the occasional laugh kept low, and the smell of espresso settling into the wood like it belonged there. Winter light pushed against the front windows in a pale wash, turning every passing car into a slow …