yesterday morning the baby birds chirped hungrily and happily for mama; their sweet, melodic peeps piping through the open, french doors, awakened me as the sun peered through the bouncy, cheerful, white clouds against a slumberous, blue sky. one of the few mornings...
my weeping buddha needs a week off. hand-carved from a single piece of mahogany, soothing the sorrows of our family, four-legged and two. this is his story as told to me: according to legend, there were two warriors who confronted each other in numerous battles. both...
