It is almost inconceivable to me that today marks Daddy’s third death anniversary. Three years. Time has flown bye and I feel as though he
Category: angels in our midst
Windows of Hope
Every once in a while I stumble on a wonderful story that restores my faith in humanity. Here is the link to the beautiful account
Sunday Grumps
Dear Human Blog Readers, For those of you requesting a recent photograph of my flatmates (although why you would ever need to see them and
Her Hands
We held hands since the the moment I was born, sometime with anger, others with frustration, but always with love. Her hands were the ones
The Secret Admirer
Life is full of surprises, some good, some bad, and the trick to enjoying it all in spite of the outcome is acceptance. I met
The Weavers of Darjeeling
The preservation and sometimes restoration of old print photographs is important to me, not just because it is a way of keeping in touch with
