Walk on through to the other side – Paris 3 July

I was sitting in a café near the Deux Maggot and having a coffee. There was an older man, who could have been in his early seventies or more, it was difficult to tell with the thick web of beard and scraggly grey hair, and had on sunglasses. He sat in the corner,...

Suicide and Remembering Life is Extraordinary

Note: I had received a letter from a friend about her brother who committed suicide. People who know me, know that I am generally an up-beat person, nothing really gets me down, and delight in life.  But, as with many younger people, there is confusion, pain,...

Him & The Taco Truck A short story

           It was already 7 a.m. tea was just beginning to boil in the main house, the helpers were out in the street leading to the house, assuring people that the clinic would open for the day.  Each helper brought tea and...