the art of play

I t isn’t a new thing, but something about it evokes deep emotion in me. When I first saw the dancing bride and groom last year, the tears surprised me. They were all just so . . . happy. Things were exactly as they should be. And every time I’ve seen it...

the light at the end of the tunnel

You know that light at the end of the tunnel people talk about? I’m starting to get suspicious. You know how it goes. It’s like how students who have been students for sort of ever look to graduation as the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, they...

paying attention on a tuesday

Everyone has something to teach. We would do well to simply pay attention. I have spent the weekend with my friend Annie from Annie Blogs. And that girl? Has a lot to teach. She is brave, but not without fear. She is fun, but can dive to the depths of conversation on...

we have a title now

Sometimes the things we most desperately want to figure out are the things that need to percolate slow. There is no hurrying a crock-pot meal. There is no rushing a sunset. Coming up with a title for the book I finished this summer has been like that for me. You would...

the invisible, glamorous life

We’d never seen a boat that big in the harbour. I’ve been coming here for 11 years – The Man for all his life. It was the Never Enough. The irony was not lost on anyone watching. They said that the crew was dressed all in khakis¬†and fancy shirts in...