As the ceiling shuddered above us, there was an earth-shaking, appostrogetic tumult above our heads that entered our whole being and made our innards shake and tremble...
Absolutely everything had been lost. The only thing we had left was each other and a memory etched into our lives forever. What an unpresented Palm Sunday evening that was!...
Sabbath; the last day of the week or is it the first? In any case, Sunday is a day on which there shouldn’t be creepy bedtime stories. Consequently, this story is the happy opposite of creepy and...
This story has nothing to do with the classic drama, The King and I. The king I met wasn’t a Maharaja, but the King was with me as I walked across the unploughed field. He couldn’t stop for a chat...
