A letter from Volker (written by me)

Barbie, my love, I am sorry that I must leave you. I didn’t want to go, to leave you alone, to be unable to participate in the rearing of Simon and Petrina. There were so many things yet to do! Your love meant so much 

My guest

My guest

I have a guest. He’s been an occasional house guest over the years, but since my husband died he has taken up residence with me. Some days he sits quietly in a back room and I am only dimly aware of him. Other days he