The Kissing Stool

The space outside our small bedroom window is also underneath the stairs which lead to my landlord's house above our ground floor apartment. There is a partial view of the orange orchard across the road, and the hills beyond, recently and fleetingly decorated with the pale pink and white fluff of the almond blossom. A... Continue Reading →

Fried Cabbage

I love it when I get e-mails from Angel. Angel is a bad speller, but that does not matter. Most of her e-mails are incredibly wicked cartoon jokes. They are like chocolate bars. Either I save them as a reward after completing an arduous task or I gobble them up all at once. The jokes,... Continue Reading →

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