Frankford: A Word Picture in Black and White.
Churches are everywhere. Black gates block the entrances. Care for the stranger, your brother... but first go down the block to another church.
Browsing Tag:
stranger
People Are Lonely: Musings On The Craving For Meaningful Connection.
People are lonely, we need touch, we need tenderness, we need to be held, just like a baby who needs affection to thrive.
I Paint Your Life with Words. {poetry}
I may never see you again, never know your name, but this day, I take you home with me, and you, the stranger, becomes a part of me embedded into the life I paint.
Longing to Be Alone in This World, with a Stranger I Love.
Suddenly we were telling each other everyday those three magic words: "I love you." That this type of love is something stronger than everyone else’s because it’s not built on physical attraction, it’s based on the connection. I wasn’t a cold person anymore. I opened up, and fell in love with a ...
Do Talk To Strangers: Close Encounters Of The Human Kind.
I’ll hole up in a little stone cottage on that isolated Scottish island I mentioned earlier, feeling that I want to be alone… then someone will arrive in a little boat and offer to tell me a story and my resolve flies out the chimney as I fling open the door, sit down, put my elbows on the ...
Strangers On A Train: Make Your Journeys Worthwhile.
When did we grow afraid of strangers? When did the popular wisdom for travelers shift from 'Trust the road and the good Samaritans who walk it' to 'Trust no one'? When did two strangers -- or four strangers -- talking on the train become the exception, rather than the rule?
Stranger In A Strange Place. {fiction}
A thousand miles -- maybe more -- to carry her around the world and back, but no feet, however dogged, can overcome the years elapsed.
Letter To An Absent Father.
Some days I wondered if you were thinking of me. But it was just a passing thought, and eventually these disappeared too. My smile grew bigger and tears stopped flowing. While mum worked hard to put food on the table, I taught myself to skip rocks, tie my shoe laces, and kick a soccer ball straight.
What’s Time Got To Do With it? Why Love Never Fades.
I will never fall in love with the feeling of a first Downward Dog again. I will never again hug my high school friend when she finds out she’s going to be a mother again. I will never again make a best friend while studying overseas. I will never share the most ridiculous inside jokes with the ...
I Fell in Love with a Stranger. {poetry}
And she was just like any stranger.
Maybe.