My fingers cannot curl
In school we learned to write in cursive, and I still recall how we used to copy texts of dinosaurs. The Brontosaurus and Triceratops were teachers showing me how to […]
In school we learned to write in cursive, and I still recall how we used to copy texts of dinosaurs. The Brontosaurus and Triceratops were teachers showing me how to […]
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