Coping With Expat Sickness

Coping With Expat Sickness

I can’t relate to my birth country anymore. I feel like a stranger there. Not only that, I don’t feel that I belong there anymore. It must be some form of expat sickness. It’s a strange thing really, being so disjointed. Maybe that’s not the right word. Disowned? Also...
The Library

The Library

Here I am again in the library. Not just any library. This one is special. When I first decided to write seriously this was one of my first discoveries. Like a lot of discoveries, you want to keep it to yourself. If too many people know about it then it won’t be a...
Hobby Is A Dirty Word

Hobby Is A Dirty Word

Yesterday, I had a bit of a moment. My so-called hobby was challenged.   Over the past few months I have steadily been building up momentum as an author. I set up a website. I have had my book edited, I have had a cover designed. I have absorbed oceans of tips on...
We Can Be Heroes

We Can Be Heroes

The week that was, last week, was quite something. We lost, or I lost, I don’t know what your opinion is on this, two heroes. If I stand corrected, it was actually three. One was buried and the others actually did the passing on. I suppose you could consider them...

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