Waiting for a ride
I remember waiting more when I was young. I still recall the times when you couldn’t lift your cellphone five minutes past the scheduled time. When waiting meant a limbo, […]
I remember waiting more when I was young. I still recall the times when you couldn’t lift your cellphone five minutes past the scheduled time. When waiting meant a limbo, […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis