I thoughtfully listen to the familiar sounds in my neighborhood as I bend down to pick up the dead autumn leaves from the gravel floor of our garden: my neighbor playing ball with her grandchild, the sound of a broom sweeping away dry leaves, the tinkling sound of a...
Lessons from baby Lili Sometimes I feel like Lili Wanting what is familiar Thinking I need stimulation Yet actually needing rest I arch my back and cry loudly Wanting someone to jump and run I try to keep steadily in motion Busy . . . active . . ....
At the end of my last trip, headed home to my own country, I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand when the light goes off. A long, delicious stretch, as I release the creaks and pains from many, many journeys. Here’s a difference: no gathering of personal belongings, no...
