He runs and runs. His running has that little bounce to it, which is so typical of him. As if short springs have been tied under his wellington boots. His hair bounces too and sometimes he’ll look back at me while running and laughing. Running and laughing, running and laughing.“Careful!” I’d like to shout as […]
moreOn the radio this morning. “Hello, this is Jane?” “Well hello Jane! This is radio Sunshine. Happy Birthday. Your husband wants us to tell you how much he adores you.” “Oh that’s sweet of him.” “Did you know he adores you this much?” “Yes, for a great many years now.”“Good. He asked us to play […]
moreSometimes, I'll take a bath with him. On these occasions he jumps up and down in excitement and hurries to get his clothes off. "First one in," he shrieks and lands in the tub with his socks on. And then we drift. I sit on my side, and he on his. He plays with his […]
moreWe all have days we feel particularly good about ourselves, and for no apparent reason. The result being: the world opens up. It becomes a beautiful, welcoming place and: safe. Especially that. It loves you and you love it. “Wow,” says the man you run into and haven’t seen in years, “you look great.” Of […]
moreRemember when you were a kid and you were happy about something. Anything. A pair of jeans or a boyfriend. And remember how you felt when your parents did not share your enthousiasm? Maybe they even rejected the object of your happiness. It’s probably one of the most fundamental hurts a parent can bring unto […]
moreI’m mastering the art of reconnecting with people I knew fifteen years ago. I mean the people you used to hang out with in bars and so on, but never really entered into a meaningful relationship with. Perhaps never even had a decent conversation with. The kind of relationship that -in a way- feels like […]
moreA woman’s 95th birthday. Her younger sister is there too, she is 90 years old. We are in a Marriot-type hotel. We, meaning the family that consists of the four generations beneath them. About fifty or so people. There is a lunch, a warm buffet. There are wines. There is a slide show. Each family […]
moreI am in a village called Paraty. It is one of the oldest colonial villages in Brazil. It was preserved because people forgot all about it when a new port for the export of gold was built. Now, it is predominantly home to holidaying couples and guest-houses. The historical city center is full of galleries […]
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