PinnedJ. Avery StewartinCrow’s FeetThe Workshop of DespairThoughts on retirement and the undertow not takenJan 332Jan 332
PinnedJ. Avery StewartinAge of EmpathyThe KnowingWhat the inner circle doesn’t have to say out loudMar 814Mar 814
PinnedJ. Avery StewartinThe Wind PhoneThe Madonna Was Mine For FreeMy lover’s death brings diamonds, rust, and gratitudeApr 917Apr 917
PinnedJ. Avery StewartinCrow’s FeetIn Retirement, We’re Still Living in Our Dream HomeSomeday we will move. It is not this day.Apr 2235Apr 2235
J. Avery StewartinImogene’s NotebookOn Omaha Beach, You Were Either Killed or WoundedA PoemJun 710Jun 710
J. Avery StewartinCrow’s FeetMy MasterpiecesReflecting on the most important work I’ll leave behindMay 312May 312
J. Avery StewartinTravel MemoirsA Memorial for the FallenReflecting pools, lions, and lossMay 295May 295
J. Avery StewartinThe Penny PubA Detour Around the Valley of DeathTo hear the inaudible, see the invisible, and do the impossible.May 274May 274
J. Avery StewartinMidformShe Held My Head and My Heart In Her HandsA wistful Mr. Henri looks backMay 243May 243
