Tottering-by-gently

THE man tapped the tip of his quill pen on the table impatiently, but the words still refused to come. There was a hesitant tap at the door. “Yes?” His voice crackled with impatience. “If you please,

Coming up for air

I f you follow the river uphill from ...

Can’t we avoid the harsh realities for a while, and just bask in the sweetness of summer, pleads Kate Townshend

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Many years ago a friend taught me how to make teddy bears, and I still have a few that are precious to me. But the bear that I treasure the most is a very tiny bear hand stitched by my friend as a spe