Windflowers

They seemed a breed apart. Disengaged from a normal life and embroiled in a fantasy existence that floated unanchored by mortgages, de...

In my childhood it was common to walk down our village street being harangued about the fires of hell. These street preachers would u...

It's been my pleasure meeting Libyan women on Malta. They’re, so far, universally nice, highly intelligent and focused. The young g...

Church of Saint Simeon Stylites Sometimes it's only when we know the detailed history of a place that the priceless nature of its...

The ebb and flow of the waves Speaks to the spirit Just as our blood flows From the beat of our faint hearts  so too this tide ...

The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted. quote of Diogenes Growing up in a small rural village high in the ...

Dennis was dead by his own hand and even as I digested the news, the thought bubbled unwanted into my mind that I had never liked him. ...