Her hands recall the pleasure, of holding the day to day petals, of life’s simple pleasures. Setting the table, preparing the meal, wiping her brow. Her hand imagines the tenderness of her child’s skin, the silk like velvet of youth.…

Are memories selective? Do we pick which ones we want to keep, and which ones we want to forget? Is it possible to heal past memories or see them in a new light? Why is it that two people can…

Every girl should have a Father who shows her what love is all about. Every girl should have a Father like mine. I could tell you over 80 reasons in a blink of an eye, why my Dad is a…

The seeds we leave behind, be it our words, our actions, Or our small daily doings, will bloom one day. We do not need to know where or how, Nor seek to gather the harvest to ourselves. But to believe…

Life is stronger than death. Happy Easter and may you find the golden egg. photo: Victory angel in Rome.

          The chair stood in the hallway. Waiting. He was invited. Nevertheless he felt alone, timid, and the other chairs seemed elegant compared to his straight lines, and plain wooden seat. He stood against the wall listening…