Reflections on a weekend of silence
As I write this, I am sitting in a café drinking pineapple juice and it feels lovely on my throat. My throat – let me tell you about what happened, and I’ll do my best to make it interesting.
How did I lose my voice?
I couldn’t believe it happened to me but pirates came and took it away from me for a few days; they didn’t even leave a business card. Continue reading “Silence Speaks”
Anna Kosmanovski 