A story of cause and effect, by Jude. Continued from Pain, Suffering, Refuge: Intermission. The country club seemed empty for a Friday night. Even so, I hustled to and from the kitchen clearing and setting tables, wondering where the other busboy had gone.  I pushed open the kitchen’s swinging

Thoughts about the hard times, by Jude. My family didn’t have a whole lot of money growing up. Though we never wanted for any necessities – we always had food, clothing, shelter, and presents under the Christmas tree – I did sometimes long for things we didn’t have. I remember