Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me; the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality” – Emily Dickinson If Death took a holiday, the guns would go silent in Iraq, the slaughter on our nation’s highways would cease, and the news media would be compelled to cover ...
What if you came home one day to find some weirdo living in your house What if that weirdo, in a barely understandable language, explained that he was your son But you knew for a fact you had no children. This is what happened to André and Laurence Prioux, a bourgeois couple, stylishly living...