Remembering Daddy – Excerpts from Childhood Memories
“His eyeglasses were like layers of thick mirrors, which extracted a magical spell that seemed to guide his trained artist’s hand. My father was a man of the hour, he seized everyday with a restless romance with his drawing table, protractors and engineering pens.” I am the daughter of an architect, my father was one …. Read More
Gratitude
It is unusual for other people to dedicate time and effort to understand another person, and unmask layers and layers of truths surrounding him/her. Only a few brave souls, ones that are perhaps angels (in the guise of humans) who have the courage to unravel what goes on inside a person’s mind. If you find …. Read More