Tears at a Coffee Shop

Over the last twelve years, coffee shops have been a place of refuge. It started with Starbucks, meeting a friend to pray there nearly everyday during a two year rough patch. I found myself there on weekend evenings as well- a nice place to read books, alone but with other people around.

The beautiful thing about Starbucks is that they’re the same everywhere. Moving back home to Portland, I was grateful for the home away from home I found at Starbucks. The only thing that didn’t change other than the Good Lord Himself. Starbucks continued…

Anne Liggett

Sister, Auntie, friend, HR enthusiast by day, using writing to make sense of this journey called life.

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