How confidence can crumble
I miss the days when girls would giggle in my presence as I flushed, embarrassed; I miss how my intestines wriggled; when mortified I searched. for pimples, or an open […]
I miss the days when girls would giggle in my presence as I flushed, embarrassed; I miss how my intestines wriggled; when mortified I searched. for pimples, or an open […]
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