by ttripp | Feb 28, 2022 | Uncategorized
Chapter 4 Bruce, although employees addressed him as Mr. McClurry, strutted in front of me until we reached a black Tesla. Expertise knowledge of the makes and models of cars eluded me, yet several aspects of Teslas were well-known even to me. The most significant...
by ttripp | Feb 4, 2022 | Uncategorized
The office atmosphere weighed us down, creating a direness bordering on depression. We were all feeling the long weeks of the past, combined with the countless hours of the tedious future. The long workdays created a need for more coffee than usual. Soon my eyes...
by ttripp | Jan 18, 2022 | Uncategorized
When I next entered the office, I tried to forget that Brent shared the same space. But despite my efforts, my senses were quite in tune with his presence. His voice traveled across the room, like an aroma drifting from a candle, soft and comforting, impossible to...
by ttripp | Jan 10, 2022 | Author, book clubs, Books, fiction, read for fun, writing community
PROLOGUE Brent IF SKYLAR KNEW how intensely I watched her, how I hung on her every word, would it have changed the outcome? If she knew why I’d altered my path to intercept hers, would she have run the other way? Her naivety made her vulnerable to all of us. I scanned...
by ttripp | Jun 23, 2020 | Uncategorized
Parting Gifts is broken into four parts, the four decisions that seemed to shape Sarah’s life. What are some of the decisions that you made that shaped your life the most? The idea that life sometimes comes down to what appears to be meaningless decisions can be...
by ttripp | Jun 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
“I will turn a cup of coffee into an ocean of love.” These were the words whispered to Jason Kelloway in a quiet moment. The words emanate warmth and safety, but without action, they are nothing more than letters poetically put together that lay dormant....
by ttripp | May 8, 2020 | Uncategorized
Prologue Brent If only she knew how I watched her, how I hung on every word. If only she knew why I altered my path to intercept hers. What would have changed? Her naivety made her vulnerable to all of us. I scanned the faces before me. They were all so unaware of...
by ttripp | Apr 8, 2020 | Uncategorized
James and Amy Gandy shared their stories with us to help us understand their passion for helping others. Listening to their tales, Dorri and I wondered how their ministry would spring forth from such hardship. How would two people, once addicted to drugs and...
by ttripp | Mar 25, 2020 | Uncategorized
In our last blog, Dorri and I told Amy’s story. But Amy’s story is not complete without James’s, her now husband. One might ask, why would James keep going back to a woman that appeared so broken. The reason was that James understood broken. He, himself, had been...
by ttripp | Mar 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
When we first entered the building known as the Hands and Feet Foundation, people scrambled about preparing for the day. Bags of donated Panera bagels lined the small hallway; James and Amy would distribute them to the homeless later that day. The house was small; in...
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