A road less traveled
A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, “What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”. “And sorry, I could not travel both”. […]
A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, “What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”. “And sorry, I could not travel both”. […]
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