There is no doubt that my daughter will think of her nana every time she sees a certain flower, though I’m not sure which it will be. Maybe it will be the hellebore, hasta, or the clematis. It won’t be the bougainvillea. While the name may be the same, my nana and my daughter’s nana […]
Put away your smart phone, he said. The congressman said that from the podium as I plucked notes into my device. My husband nudged me. But, if I may defend myself, I was taking notes for the cause. Taking notes to remember the ingredients that made up the amazing platters of food, and taking notes […]
“Does Santa come in your country?” I asked about a month ago. “Yes, but only to the rich families,” she explained. This evening, that interchange rang through my head as I wrapped presents. My husband and I had sorted them on the floor. They were laid out in three row, three columns. And this is […]
What are the icons of your childhood? Mine are a hand, a bridge, a porpoise, and a bonnet. I’ll leave the bonnet for another time, and take a moment to revisit the former. Here’s a hand–my hand. And a symbol of where I grew up. In fact, I grew up here, where my finger is […]
“These kids are like snowflakes,” she said. “Each one is unique.” That’s what the foster care recruiter told us last fall while sitting at our dining room table. She admitted to making generalities, but then a kid comes along who is totally outside the norm, and it brings her back to snowflakes. But still, in […]
Like many lunch hours, I spent my time today at the Downtown YMCA in yoga class. It was my teacher’s last day. And as I bent, twisted, and bound, I thought about all he’s taught me over the past five years I’ve participated in the class. Make it your own practice These are the words […]
