My father has an idea that takes us off the empty highway roads. We watch the sleepy desertscape pass behind dried raindrops and small...

You can pick a flower and set it in a jar, turn the water blue, admire from afar. But it will not survive on the other side. It’s petals,...

but childhood is only a fraction of our life. It is our time to fall and to play. Yet, we spend most of it praying for the mysterious...