A scent of morning
I left high school in 1979 with decent grades. I was silent and I was shy. I was non-athletic, non-musical and cared more for math than literature. I was a […]
I left high school in 1979 with decent grades. I was silent and I was shy. I was non-athletic, non-musical and cared more for math than literature. I was a […]
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