Author: S.J Asher
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A maple leaf smacks into my handlebars before flying off. Just nature’s way of high-fiving me, I guess. Our bikes snake down the country roads,…
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Have you ever watched a clock tick by, each minute stretching like honey, while your stomach tightens into knots? I have. My partner runs on…
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I’m doing handstands against my office wall. I hold planks between meetings and bear-crawl across my living room. While everyone’s chasing fancy fitness trends…. Back…
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Jetpack just gave me a badge: “You’ve made 100 posts on S.J.Asher.” A small digital star for a journey measured in heartbeats. A hundred posts…
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Let’s talk about my signature dish: toast. Not the fancy artisanal kind – we’re talking about the “is it burned or just well-done?” variety. While…
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Everything changed in 1991. I was just a kid in a small town. The only world I knew, the Soviet Union, was falling apart. Not…
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Life’s a journey, not a destination. When asked, “What are you most proud of?”, I realized pride changes as we grow. So I looked back,…
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You know how they say everyone has a book in them? Well, turns out I had two. Yesterday, I let slip that I’ve been secretly…
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There’s something most people don’t know about me: I’ve been quietly crafting my second novel. This journey of creation has been driven by existential questions.…
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I’m curled up on the couch in my soft blanket. It feels like a warm hug. The dishwasher hums in the kitchen. The old clock…
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