Fly away, find the crumb

Everything old is new and everything new is old. Her life was filled with vintage items. She was a collecter. It filled her with happiness and a sense of history. It provided her with roots. Or a semblance thereof. She looked at the spoon and reflected on how […]

Walking by past my door

Several years back a work colleague displayed what, at the time, I considered to be a slightly odd quirk. I didn’t think too much of it but it had made me think the person was overly cautious. Having grown up in New York I understood on a DNA […]