The Golden Ticket

They don't call them "newsagents" here, but that smell is the same - that shockingly dusky smell that is always tinged with cigars and nicotine and the promise of what is inside the cheerful wrapper¬†pallette spread in front of too close fingers. It took me a moment to place, that smell, that bizarre odor that…

Walking and Writing

When I started to be more flexible regarding my writing - I don't¬†have to post every day or stick to a theme - it became more authentic. I write about what I see, what I think and what I am experiencing, which is a range of anything and everything. Clearly, I have a filter because…