This article was translated from the Portuguese and some points reflect Brazilian law and society.
I dislike talking on the phone, a trait no doubt inherited from my dad, since he avoided it at all costs. But last week The Missus was busy when the phone rang, so I answered it.
“Is this the phone number of the church?” a feminine voice asked.
“My name is Randal, and I’m a Christian, can I help you?” Continue reading “The smell of a phone conversation”
Don’t look now, but there could be a danger lurking in the garden!
Let me first apologize for missing last week’s column after an unusual garden accident. Continue reading “Blindingly beautiful”
The phone rang. On the other end was a familiar voice just beyond recognition. Then as he launched into asking, “how do I forgive myself?” I suddenly recalled his name and history. Continue reading Forgiving self
Imagine lying in a hammock in the warm summer sun. A slight breeze draws a contented sigh from you as you close your eyes. Within moments you’re drifting off to a restful summer nap. Continue reading Drifting Away