Bouncing for the sheer pleasure of it

I’ve nicknamed her Tigger. She’s my Zumba instructor for an hour every Tuesday evening and, like A.A. Milne’s orange-striped character, she knows how to bounce. She also happens to style her hair in a most definite orange hue. But it’s her bounciness that sprung the nickname for me. When I told her, she laughed, admitting … Continue reading Bouncing for the sheer pleasure of it

Home is where the heart is broken

Here’s a question I’ve been pondering for the last six months: what is it about a house that gets so deeply into one’s soul? Is it the physical structure, the walls and doors, nooks and crannies, front steps and back porches?  Or is it something far less tangible but every bit as real – the … Continue reading Home is where the heart is broken