It’s only when I step back again and check, that I really see it. The door to the block of flats is open – and so is the one at the back. Instead of the usual grey stone facade, or even Victorian tile work inside, I catch sight of a patch of green. Perhaps someone …
Category archives: Writing
U is for (un)usual
It’s time to write about the conversations – the everyday conversations that are also anything but everyday. Because they are part of those fleeting moments of connection with your child. They are usual, for us at least, because there are Questions To Be Asked, every day. As the child grows, so does the complexity of …
Y is for yellow
The trees have started to turn. Little clumps to start with, like bouquets tied against the rest of the green of the canopies. And with it, I know that it is really autumn after all. These trees: I have come to learn the seasons from them, over the time we have lived here. They change …
X is for x-rated
Because, after all, how many xylophones do you find crossing your path, begging to be your latest found item? It just doesn’t happen that way. And neither, really, do prompts beginning with x – you may have to go looking for them. Or inventing them. Turns out inventing is just fine, when it comes to …
D is for the dance
Sometimes, in the hurry of putting a meal on the table, I forget that it is possible to glide. To move around our tiny kitchen and make it feel intentional, choreographed. When the timings of a meal fall into place, like the drop of a spoonful of peas onto a plate. When the plates go …