My mother wore soft gloves to protect her hands whilstcooking because dad claimed often and vociferously, that he could not…
It was an odd hour. Around 11.45 am. Perhaps that accounted for the slightly rumpled, desultory state of the restaurant…
My husband, because we were on vacation and full to the brim with vitamin D and bonhomie, or possibly because…
It was as if a malevolent spirit made up its mind to devote all its time to rolling up construction…
One seldom rises at the hour of prayer, thinking, let me be neglectful to the elderly parent, relative or in-law…