A Red Mug

I ask him for a cup. He smiles as he hands me a mug. A red mug, at that! For a moment, for just a few seconds, I pause. I slow down. I reflect. A cup, not a mug. I...

byLucy Shenouda

Echoes of a Time Gone Past

I am haunted by reverberating echoes in my mind. The type of echoes that draw me inward. Echoes of past regrets and burdensome worries. I feel weighed down. I feel overly stressed.

byLucy Shenouda