More musings on growing up.
Another little acrostic.
Well, a very big nation is heading to the polls today to elect their new leader, and I offer up this poem to them. (Particularly those who aren’t sure they want to bother with voting.)
Or rather, children as I see them.
A short little story about my novel characters again, mostly about being a kid that doesn’t quite fit in.
A poem with the kinds of things all children should be allowed to experience growing up (based on living in the northern hemisphere, in Europe, mind).
Kicking off October with a short story about family, love and how a common passion can bind you together, even in difficult times.