The Inner History of a Day No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light,
Category: Existentialism
If I Could Choose A Brother
The tragedy of being an only child is that we grow up being egocentric and secretive, never learning to share our possessions and emotions with
Losing My Hearing and Finding A Voice – Part II
Click here for Part I… For years I ranted and raved against Facebook and the entire social media. Then I turned 50, moved to a
Game of Flours: gluten and lactose free
The things we do for solidarity! I wrote in an earlier blog about the health adventures I have been on over the years or the
An Anniversary Wish
Dearest Mommy and Daddy, It is 8C outside on a Sunday morning as I sit down and write this. I’ve been struggling for days to
One Window, One Crane*
*Click HERE to read the article with the full set of photographs Living on the banks of the Havel River in Berlin certainly has its
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