In high school, I sang in the soprano section of the choir. The "soprano I" section which, for those of you who haven't enjoyed singing loudly with lots of other people, is the tippy-top notes. As we grow and age, our vocal chords relax and stretch and our voices will slowly start to deepen. I … Continue reading The Low Notes

No one is a muggle when it snows. And it is impossible not to turn into a gallivanting puppy when tiny dots of white fluff alight softly onto your eyelashes and the land around you says, “hushhhh.” Acceptable responses include giggling, sighing with gratitude, and sniffing deeply. Enjoy the magic.

My daughters and I walked together down a sidewalk in a suburban shopping colonnade the other day. It was a chilly, January day so my older daughter ran ahead and into the bookshop to pillage it for books about dragons. The sidewalk was largely empty and as my youngest and I neared the bookshop, something … Continue reading A Speck of Dust

The other day, I walked down a terribly long and flourescent-light filled corridor in the administrative wing of the hospital (yes, it still smelled with bleach and anxiety). The ceiling of the hallway curved in on one side, so that from the outside it was reminiscent of a tunnel and from the inside, you could … Continue reading A Dancer