Tag: Short Story

toast and coffee dip morning

Our Taste of Home: Coffee Dipped Bread

My favorite memories with dad were of early mornings. As a child, each day began at 5am. With the sky still dark and the sun hiding – I rose early to join my dad. My dad prized his morning ritual as a calm retreat from

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One Lonely Gold Fish vivid red stares at glass

Lonely Fishes – Sad Russian Tale: Рыбы, Первая Часть от Моего Рассказа

One lonely night in Russia, I wrote a short story. Today, I rediscovered it on my laptop. Первая Часть от Моего Рассказа Вчера мне приснились две необычные рыбки. Они забыли, как и когда они попали в таких странных положениях, но наверно это случилось недавно. У

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toast and coffee dip morning

Our Taste of Home: Coffee Dipped Bread

My favorite memories with dad were of early mornings. As a child, each day began at 5am. With the sky still dark and the sun hiding – I rose early to join my dad. My dad prized his morning ritual as a calm retreat from

Read More
One Lonely Gold Fish vivid red stares at glass

Lonely Fishes – Sad Russian Tale: Рыбы, Первая Часть от Моего Рассказа

One lonely night in Russia, I wrote a short story. Today, I rediscovered it on my laptop. Первая Часть от Моего Рассказа Вчера мне приснились две необычные рыбки. Они забыли, как и когда они попали в таких странных положениях, но наверно это случилось недавно. У

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