Write! with Peter Hering

Pictures of my youth came and went; the nausea remained, poaching my stomach with small stabs of remorsefulness. Why was I here? Where was I going? Why had I promised my kids Tobago and instead delivered them shadows of Polish misery? The questions remained; the ability to answer them dissipating with the smell of diesel crawling up my nose.

Excerpt from: ‘Promises from Tobago’
L. Jerome

Let’s put it this way: this life is certainly easier than the after-life.

Keep the faith.

People don’t neglect their dreams; they neglect their reality.

Why didn’t I study philosophy? Keep the faith.

The truth might ‘set you free,’ but it also drives your blood pressure up.
Keep the faith.

…of carrying a kid weighing 20kg through small-town Germany. At least it’s not Sudan. And never mind the 20kg of groceries and the 20kg bag containing my laptop and my books that I’ve been schlepping around for weeks. Supposedly, it’s good exercise. Still, I wonder why my blood pressure is through the fucking roof.

A leap of faith is still a leap. Keep the faith.