My drive to work takes me through a construction zone. There’s not much to see except dusty plywood, a bus stop, traffic lights and lots of concrete. But every now then, there’s also a boy and his sister. She’s a teenager, standing slightly aloof, earphones internalizing her world. He’s younger, and in his own world, … Continue reading Let the season of expansiveness begin
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
