Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.
1 John 3:17-18
One very chilly afternoon last week a friend and I passed an hour in one of Northern California’s classic bastions of peace, love, and vegan, organic, raw, local, sustainable food served up in haute hippie style (need I mention that we were in Berkeley?). Menu items in this café, it must be understood, are named for declared graces. Thus, after repeating our order for two cups of “I Am Cozy,” our waitress—festively attired in a paisley dress, argyle knee socks, and a purple crocheted crown—said, “I’ll be right back with your tea. Meanwhile, today’s question is: What can we give away today?
She spun on her heel and left, leaving us to think what, indeed? The masses of stuff in my life began to slog in dreary parade past my mind’s eye. My friend wondered aloud if maybe the better question wouldn’t be, “What should we actually keep today?” Inspired, we set to making lists, which naturally began with loved ones (I’m happy to report that after the merest moment of hesitation, our respective teenage children made the cut).
A big thank you to Terces and Matthew from all of us!
After working on a Saturday afternoon and evening to catch up with accounting projects, I decided to go home to Vallejo, taking the Ferry at Pier-1, SF.
If you picked up a newspaper today, you would have seen headlines about Presidential candidates, the Occupy Wall Street movement, Facebook’s business deals, and an Israeli soldier about to be freed in Palestine. Beyond the front page, you might read about turmoil in the Slovakian government or Obama’s jobs bill. Most of these stories seem important and worth a read. But are they the most important stories of the day?

Last Wednesday was a very eventful day at Café Gratitude’s central office. A few long-term computer issues came to a head, moved past the point of unworkable, and becoming what can only be called “Breakdowns.”
Have you met frank? Well, let me introduce you. Frank Ferrante is a 58 year old Sicilian from Brooklyn; a lover of life, great food, beautiful women, and a good laugh. Four years ago, he was also a drug addict, morbidly obese, pre-diabetic, and fighting Hepatitis C. He was estranged from his daughter, single, and struggling with depression. Frank knew that life could be better, and was looking for a way out.
Being human is a unique kind of joy, a unique kind of sadness, and pain, and ecstasy. An old woman sat at my bar the other day, and told me she was having a bad day. She said, "Not all days can be good days, you know." As short as my life has been, I know this as well. Not all days are happy days. Some days are full of anxiety, others brim with sadness, and some seem dark but are laced with hope. On days like these, I sometimes have trouble accepting my life as it is. I think "If only they didn't have to go," "If only I hadn't been that way," or "Why is this happening to me?"
Hi Everyone,