On the Street Where I Live

The street where I live is always bustling with activity. There are briskly walking women in their 60s, deep in conversation about last night’s dinner, GMOs, consciousness, their thighs. There’s the pack of wild boys, hopped-up on sugar, racing on their bicycles down to the gas station on the corner for more sugar to fuel … More On the Street Where I Live

Breakfast Guests

Each morning as we made our way from our little huts, we were greeted by many feathered friends. Mr. Peacock often made his appearance by the water cooler, hopping up from behind. Ms. Hen hid on one of the chairs in the dining room to escape her paramours who loomed and clucked just outside. And the best … More Breakfast Guests