When my one and only child spread her wings and went off to college, the feeling of Empty Nest is more powerful than anything. The
Category: Existentialism
I Abandoned The Vacuum Cleaner*
This is a follow-up to the stories My Breakfast Went Cold and Scent Of An Evening, published on May 15 and June 1, 2017 respectively. Ever since
The Photographer’s Prayer
While searching for inspiration on another piece, I stumbled on several versions of The Photographer’s Prayer. Here is the most popular version: Oh God, as
Lessons From A Spider Plant
My mother always had spider plants (chorophytum comosum)in her garden no matter what country we lived in. The only time she stopped having them was when
Glamping #3: The Writing Corner
While growing up, my room was my sanctuary. As an only child, my room was where I could indulge in games, write, read, listen to
Scent Of An Evening*
Click HERE to read the article with the full set of photographs As I wrote this, the rain clouds were forming over Berlin and in
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