The Little Coffee Shop of Kabul. Return to the Little Coffee Shop of Kabul. The House on Carnaval Street. The Little Coffee Shop of Kabul. Return to the Little Coffee Shop of Kabul. The House on Carnaval Street. I never dreamed that I could be a writer. But I believe in the magic of life and not being afraid to try what you never thought you could do. With the encouragement of friends and family, my journey into the unknown as an author was born.

Age is a relative thing. Remember to enjoy the journey.

Saturday, January 21, 2017. A Man with a Cross. He was still walking, dragging the cross towards a bridge. 8220;Hi, how are you? 8221; he replied. He laid it down on the roadside and crossed over to chat through my car window. After a minute I invited him to sit in the car. Hopefully a man with a cross would not turn out to be an axe murderer.

Sunset Dreams and Coffee Cup Wishes. is Cooking Up a Peanut Butter Storm. Even More Puzzles and Games. Dewdrop loved our nightly ritual, and she adored me. A quick buckling of the hackamore, a cat-like spring onto her back, and we were off, both connected, heart and mind. And so, before you make.

A series of short mantras to meditate on self-love and acceptance. Powered by The Nia Technique.