As I pack up my belongings to make way for the construction workers, I reflect on all the other times I’ve moved. At the midway point of getting things boxed and stowed, I believe this is a feeling to which anyone who has ever moved can relate.

A short story I wrote inspired by the song Stay by Sugarland.

Chapter two – Running away.

Sandi decides to leave.

You can’t stop somebody from leaving.

Hell hath no….

Packing to leave is everybody’s nightmare.

Three years ago my children helped me move. Today, I need the title for my truck.

The last minute collector of stray objects. Remember when you see that last lot of things and go, Oh Shit! Where do I put these?

An Ode to the beach. I grew up in Cannes, and feel it is a very importent part of all our lives. All the people who have lived next to the beach will understand this poem I have written straight from my heart.

Well guys it’s just 11 days before I fly out of here to go to Europe for 3 months (or until the money runs out… haha).