Thirty five approached swiftly, softly, sweeping through like the gentlest whisper of a breeze which, except to the sensitive, ¬†could have easily passed by unnoticed. After sojourning long in pigtails and play jeans, I caught a glimpse of my reflection the other day and saw a woman. Awestruck, I stared in fascination. I only faintly … Continue reading 35



She can recall the scene in impeccable detail, as it still replays in her mind like an old classic film. A happy clear evening was the setting of this particular romp through their favorite garden, crisp air inspiring running feet just ahead and barely out of mother's sight. Giggling, the girl raced around the bend … Continue reading Stranger