My love of reading began when I was four, listening to my father read aloud to my mother. Then the war came just as I started reading on my own. Books became so rare that I cried when one ended,...
Mom yelled in peak traffic, “You can’t go through this alley. Bars at the other end will block rickshaws!” How she knew this, how we’d get out, who knew? But our unflinching charioteer steered on...
Doggy gal pals Magenta and Chloe became friends on their own. No humans involved. From her porch, Chloe woofed “hi” to Magenta as she walked by. Magenta yipped hello and pulled Leah, her human, to...
