“I am a Sufi.”
I almost jumped out of my seat, turned around and found myself looking into the serene face of not a brown-skinned Turkish/Pakistani/Irani, but a gray haired, blue-eyed, white woman. She smiled.
When You Go In Loaded, & Leave Empty Handed. Or Is It The Reverse?
I was engulfed by hugs. This is not what I had come prepared for. I had been invited to come to a Wellness Day celebration at a church, where I had taken a table in the exhibit hall, to display my wares—my book. I had lugged the bag-on-wheels, laden with heavy, hard cover books,
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