Tainted Hearts – Coffee with Tamar
She shuffles into the café, holding the white linen headscarf across her mouth and chin, so only her hazel eyes peek through. The woman’s beauty couldn’t be hidden under the fabric and I guess her identity in an instant. Tamar—the woman abandoned in her hour of need....
Loyal Hearts – Coffee with Ruth
I stomp the snow off my boots and enter the café. The fireplace in the corner catches my eye and I veer around the maze of tables, making a beeline directly for the booth closest to the heat. I remove my snow-covered hat and scarf, shivering as melted flakes trickle...







