We are One

My wife and I recently went for lunch to a favourite café in our neighbourhood.  It was relatively quiet and we had a table all to ourselves in the private dining area.  A short while later our grandson who is not quite one yet, made a grand appearance riding on his father’s shoulder.  Initially a little …

Spelling it out

Once upon a time there was something called a “pen.”  It came in many different forms and shapes but performed the one single function it was designed for – using a fluid called “ink,” it produced shapes on another medium termed “paper” – and the act of such inscribing was called “writing.”  Savvy people also …