Rose-scented Bead
I am a bead among the beads. The rosary of ancestors stretches long past and far ahead. I thrill to...
I am a bead among the beads. The rosary of ancestors stretches long past and far ahead. I thrill to...
On her border, my mother opened a gate and pushed me through. Seventy-six years past, I was a wailing newborn...
Under the mango tree, Eve picked up a fruit that had just thumped down on the ground. Blushing red-orange over...