I look up. A man is staring at me. Slowly he kneels. I reach out. He’s no illusion. I can touch him and he doesn’t disappear. I study his face – a foreign face, smiling and frowning at the same time, as if he is about to cry. He sees something in me. Is it... Continue Reading →
Book Review: On the Canvas of My Soul – She came in like a wrecking ball
