When it seems to you that life has passed. A short story that brings you back to the here and now.

A short sobering story about unhealthy selfishness. Do we notice this in ourselves?

Being alone on the fourteenth of February is not at all a reason to be sad. I'll explain why.

Death. I was always afraid of her. I hid, refused to accept and believe that I would ever run into her. And so, on February 9, 2003, she came into my room, s...

There is such a song - “Let there always be the Sun.” Once upon a time, in 1990, I sang this song solo in my garden. She was very important to me then. It is...