The Tale of 4 Rings

No, I don’t have one for each finger on my left hand (thumb excluded — is it really a finger anyway?), but this story is about 4 rings and what they meant/mean to me. In order to give the story its full due, I must start at the very beginning. You see, my parents met … Continue reading The Tale of 4 Rings

Blank Stare

“She doesn’t remember me,” I thought after I had shouted out her name so that everyone near and far could see how happy I was to once again be in her presence. My face slowly fell, like the bath letters once the water cascaded down on them from the shower, easing their way to the … Continue reading Blank Stare