My parents send me spiritual messengers in the form of birds – sparrows from Mommy as encouragement and reassurance, pigeons from Daddy as reminders of
My parents send me spiritual messengers in the form of birds – sparrows from Mommy as encouragement and reassurance, pigeons from Daddy as reminders of
“The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.“ It was cold and rainy in Berlin today, and as I watched the large tree outside my window sway back and forth in the
The Taxi! (Berlin) series is back! I finally stumbled on another interesting story, which I have truly missed doing. The long ride this morning gave
For the past three days I have been wondering what to write to commemorate Daddy´s fourth death anniversary today. Did I want to write another
I hate being lied to, especially when the liar is someone you are supposed to trust and depend on his / her / their service.
My day began in the waiting room of another orthopaedic clinic. I sought the second opinion of another doctor, got a far better response and