A Blade of Grass, A Drop of Water

Room With a View My room is not a room at all – it is a vast open field, a sea of green; yet not a sea.  Unlike a water drop, every blade of grass is distinct, stands tall, invites you to come in. It is a soccer field where children play as a team and …

Underneath the Guava Tree

We grew up together. Literally. My first memory of us together is one bundle rolling around on the ground, legs and bodies all entwined. We were the same size and weight and  maybe, just maybe, if it had stayed that way he would still be around. While we were the same in size he was …