My Sister The Day She Died Loosing someone close is a traumatic experience. Even more so if the loss should come suddenly and without prior warning. The accompanying pain often lingers, and years after there are often that feeling of sadness. 14th March 1961 is such a day. That evening, as I stepped into the house a... More..

Morning Blues Morning awakening, what to do. Times are bad, the mind blank, Depressing, compressing, Things unchanged, the pocket empty. Walking, thinking pondering, If it remains, nothing moves. Arising, refreshing, eager to go. Thoughts are fresh, the body active, Energizing, activating, Things unchanged, t... More..

The Active Child.. l'enfant terrible In the fifties, when I was small, my mother often said: "He's a very naughty boy, always climbing up and down, forever getting into trouble, an enfant terrible." Looking back, I do not think that description was correct. At most I am probably just an over active child. At the a... More..

Life's Like That When I was a kid, we lived at the top floor of a three-storied building, one of many along the same row. We had the luxury of having a balcony that overlooked a fairly busy road, along which ply bicycles, cars and in particular public buses. On the opposite side of our flat and in line with our balcon... More..