Every morning my mother spoils us by making breakfast. Where I would put a box of cereal, yogurts and fruit; my mother goes further by making homemade pancakes, waffles, or French toast from eggs from her chickens. The first morning…

So much beauty surrounds us, and yet the beast is at hand. Life is not a straight arrow it never has been. I have been lucky mostly because I have been born on one patch of land instead of another. I…