Brewing thoughts over a cuppa coffee

Today I shed tears. I could not help it; they rolled down, unattended, staining my cheeks. Luckily nobody noticed. It was ...

Flash back to 1986 I am transported to a wooden house on stilts, mom says.   “Go downstairs and pluck some vegetables for me, bring okra, ...

Normally I am a late riser but I do wake up early sometimes if the duty or the interest beckons, and this time it was the latter. Like ever...