In so much as I am a sinner I am also a saint.
As often I am the predator, I too am often the prey.
When I look around me and see madness, all I can do is shake my head in amazement, as I then proceed to blunder my way through my own personal experience of living.
These dualities,......Read More
The Ballad of Aunt Muriel
My Aunt Muriel was a lady of peculiar disposition.
When I first met her we had been in town for no less than four hours when we were dragged into her home. She was standing upon her golden orange shag carpeting, wearing a blue floral print dress with her arms......Read More