THE SERENITY OF LIVING TWICE
The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on my five-hour drive to reach my son’s family. I...
The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on my five-hour drive to reach my son’s family. I...
Holding the camera perched on the tripod in one hand and the cell phone in the other, I thought, with one stumble or a careless misstep, “I’ll get trampled under the feet of thousands,...