Elephants, Oma and Rain

As we sat in the tent, and listened to the rain and thunder, I could see your face lit up in the flashes of lightning. We were sitting through a truly dreadful storm, and the rain was flowing through the tent like a small river, making sleep impossible. Periodically you would use the pillow like a…

Understanding is loving

We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.  Gwendolyn Brooks When Dad’s story was published in the historical book, Eine Bucklige Welt, for the first time in my life I could understand him. Where it has become seemingly fashionable for people I know to express their anger and…