Worshiping From Afar At some level don't we all want to be worshiped, adored even? One may be loathe to admit it but all of us, even those with the least amount of narcissistic tendencies have a trace amount of the...
A slow roast for a cold night There's the soft thump of snow outside which offers no sign of abating. Lovely large flakes that spiral down joining the rest on the lawn, the shrubbery, and the trees. The grey afternoon feels...
