Each morning is a new beginning, a second chance at life, kind of like editing a chapter of the book that is your life. This morning I woke up in Bali and felt keenly aware of this notion...
All in Writing
Each morning is a new beginning, a second chance at life, kind of like editing a chapter of the book that is your life. This morning I woke up in Bali and felt keenly aware of this notion...
Something a little bit different this week... A poem about the end of the world... There’d be giggles, And tickles, And cuddles, And fart jokes...
And before I knew it, that became the moment of connection two strangers needed to ignite a brief but intimate conversation.
This isn’t a parable or a metaphor. It’s literally a little scribble about driving a van. About being spontaneous. About finding fun unexpectedly. It's a little story...
I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom in a slightly seedy double fronted Victorian terrace in Melbourne. I had the cigarette I’d just rolled in one hand and a CD cover in the other...