I was told today that as much as I must look after my inner child, I was a grown up now and must therefore become an adult. Now I disagree. Who says I have to? I look at myself as just a responsible teenager! (Is there such a thing?!) And, since I have been declared a child Read More »
Of Mango Dreams…
Going to India makes me think only of mangoes. I was ten or twelve years old and my first memories of summer are climbing the mango trees and shaking the mangoes down to greedily collect later. The kind that cannot be cut, but must only be eaten by sucking the meat out, from on Read More »