Roots hanging loose. This vagrant life brings me up short. I live on two planes On one I have...
Roots hanging loose. This vagrant life brings me up short. I live on two planes On one I have...
Taken from Songs in a Strange Land An old lady who has married a husband borne a child lived...
It was a Sunday afternoon. The week before had been heavy with rains, turning streets into rushing streams. But...
My little son is sick tonight, Fever, headache, vomiting, chills, Classic West African symptoms. . . Malaria. Golden honey...