Category Archives: Kidstuff

In the words of one of my favorite teachers – about the “serious antics of growing up.”

beads

Wooden, glass, ceramic, stone. So many colours – reds, teals, purples. Round, flat, cylindrical, ridged, irregular, oval. Coral, turquoise lapis lazuli, shaped and hammered silver and brass.They slip through my fingers, larger than grains of sand but similarly fleeting. I … Continue reading

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photo booth

Those funny little stalls stashed in odd corners of a shopping mall or just outside a movie theater, sounding their siren calls for the spare 5 minutes and handful of change. You step inside with your brother or beloved or … Continue reading

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hat

‘Hmm…have you seen an incredibly tall, stovepipe hat?’ he asks, peering at me, his face coming much closer to mine than it has in years. ‘No, no, no!’ I giggle, delighted that we are playing this game. ‘Hmm…perhaps I left … Continue reading

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caves

Unedited, as it arrived on the page: Caves make me think of solitude. Natural shelters from the wind and rain. Hidden crevices.There’s one called Hell’s Hole near my own hometown. Caves behind waterfalls. There was one in Texas, in the … Continue reading

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bricks

Bricks. Simple, solid, humble. Like cells, like atoms. Like letters of the alphabet, or the digits from 0 to 9. A dictionary is a storehouse of language bricks, a quarry; take what you need to build your story. Can be … Continue reading

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bicycle

One of our main ways of getting to and fro around here is the bicycle. The first 5 months we lived in Cambridge, we had no car, only two bicycles and a toddler seat on the back of one. They … Continue reading

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Postcard

Postcard. For a few years in my early twenties, there were a lot of postcards in my life. Written, sent, received, read, stuck on the wall of my dorm room, tucked between pages as bookmarks. When I was travelling in … Continue reading

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