Stories

How do I write about the experience of having been a boy, a man and now an elder? Seriously? Flippantly? With what intention of what outcome? Be gentle? Be harsh? Be honest? Any and /or all of these things maybe? Or, with an aim for a perspective that is based around the understanding that the

I am an addict. I struggle to resist buying stuff. When I buy something I get a sense of relief and satisfaction. Not always from the thing I have bought, but from something around… I deserve to treat myself to something that is not a necessity, and that somehow gives me a sense of being

As I added the title above I was aware that for some people the word heaven might have all sorts of implications. And I get that, so, for those of us who might struggle with this title, here is an alt option that feels equally effective for me, and, maybe, for you. Alt title;The ground

Bridges, handy or not handy? A story from somewhere in my past. There seem to have been bridges in all the places I lived. Maybe that is true for all or nearly all the settlements here in the lands that hold me, often known as the united kingdom. Would a more appropriate name be possible?