Clutch

When it starts hurting the head and not just the heart...

Finding Myself From My Travels

I think I must have perfected the art of self-censorship — I stopped before I can even say it.

Time is God's gift for healing.

To find THE cheese or to eat the cheese?

Travel is the best antidote for sadness. Anywhere and everywhere.

This is my late father’s recipe for any roast he use to make for us though I must say my favourite is his roast turkey.

I looked out the window from my seat aboard the SAAB 340. Enormous land, but empty. Patches of greens and trees, but largely brown earth.