No longer the jester
Sheila understood. Finally. She imagined how dear Robert and his mousy Molly had laughed behind her back and now she’d been stranded, humiliated and alone. It was just a play […]
Sheila understood. Finally. She imagined how dear Robert and his mousy Molly had laughed behind her back and now she’d been stranded, humiliated and alone. It was just a play […]
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