My son is not quite two. He plays the drums, the saxophone and the keyboard. And if an ability to make a lot of noise is a measure for skill, he is gifted. He enjoys eggs, singing Jingle Bells and chanting Mommy mommy mommy at obscene hours. He hates when his hands are dirty. He prefers Charlie Brown to Elmo. He thinks fart … More MY SON LIKES TRUCKS
The coolness of the waters from the waves that fled the ocean kissed the tip of her toes. She lay naked in the sand as her eyes slowly gave birth to the stillness of the autumn breeze. Her nostrils inhaled the sweet fragrance of the sea and distant scents hailing from Eden. Life began to … More What About EVE?