where the writers are

Roger Kay's Blog

RSSSyndicate content
Like Hemingway, I was lucky enough to live in Paris as a young man, 28 to be exact.  In fact, I thought about him a lot, trying to be like him and write in cafes.  The fiction I penned at the time was awful, I later saw, but I had to start somewhere. Of course, it was a romantic time,...
Continue Reading »
As we had done so many times before, Greg and I flew through the bracing air of our winding suburban roads, which still, in between the morning commute and mommy hours, resembled the countryside it had once been.  We had been riding together for years, since we both bought identical bikes from the...
Continue Reading »