A Dream: The Festival Of Life, Again….
I first posted this piece back in August. I don’t remember how many hits it earned, but it wasn’t many. …
I first posted this piece back in August. I don’t remember how many hits it earned, but it wasn’t many. …
I was a teacher once. I even taught an ex-diplomat, an amazing man who had been Canadian High Commissioner to …
I’ve been told Internet access or any other form of communication to or from Das Boat is prohibitively expensive, so …
I was standing in front of the ‘Recent Arrivals’ shelf in a bookstore down a few steps from the busy …
Last weekend a family friend, I’ll call her Robyn, was over for dinner with her two young boys. While the …
Earlier in the week there was talk about something called a ‘Versatile Blogger Award,’ but when I informed the Academy …
As this blog has grown I’ve become increasingly unsatisfied with the categories that have haphazardly accumulated in the right hand …
Just ink and paper. A means of conveyance. A way of transferring something from one person to the next. Value …
The Fool. Straining towards the light of the sun, and moon, carrying his paltry few possessions in a hobo-bag slung …
I’ll spare you an image for this post. Back to work…. It is the Tuesday after a long weekend. Work …