An old jug, chipped and cracked but mended and still serviceable, sits on the…
(instead of writing this)
The plant is almost moving out of the balcony. A plant in my garden. I don’t know its name, but it is attracting attention…
I’m making that commitment to write and nothing is going to stop me.
“They sat there holding hands. I sat on the adjacent bench watching them longingly, just like a little girl watching a box full of candies…
Don’t worry, this is not a conspiracy theory piece. And it’s not about politics, although I’m…