About John Weidner

One afternoon, when I was supposed to be writing but was instead doing my shuffling-aimlessly-from-room-to-room-in-bathrobe-and-slippers routine, I remembered something that

One afternoon, when I was supposed to be writing but was instead doing my ‘shuffling-aimlessly-from-room-to-room-in-bathrobe-and-slippers’ routine, I remembered something that

I opened the sunday times and there they were—the piercing blue eyes staring back at me with that “let’s-get-it-right” gaze.