Crossroads
What if I treated every moment as a crossroad to another’s life? Do I really know the pots of gold I’ve missed when I’ve kept walking straight ahead? What if, […]
What if I treated every moment as a crossroad to another’s life? Do I really know the pots of gold I’ve missed when I’ve kept walking straight ahead? What if, […]
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