One thought at a time, or so I hope.

Gustav Mahler, the famous Austro-Bohemian romantic composer, once said: “Spring won’t let me stay in the house any longer. I must get out and breathe…

My son’s dead, but I’m alive…It’s a wonder, death mixed up the doors, instead of coming to me, she went to my son… This excerpt…

Do you happen to have a friend that defies all logic, all natural laws of human sustenance, and dare I add, all sanity? The bond…

Be happy, my dears! Oh! You are taking from me my only treasure! Love my daughter, be good to her! Something you would expect to…