Learning (again) to walk
I watch people walking across the bridge outside my window, confidently, even mindlessly, placing one foot in front of another. But it’s the memory of a child taking her tentative…
The truth about learning to fly
I’m out running at dawn on this Canadian Thanksgiving Day. The gulls are wailing like the end of the world is near. Words from yesterday return to mind, other birds…
When everything feels transient and uncertain
The branches behind my home are alive with blossom. I walk down another street that bore blossom-full branches last week; now they are empty. A friend's home-that-felt-like-home-to-me has been sold. Disagreement rises and…