In Defense of Sand

In defense of children walking and crawling on surfaces that are uneven. In defense of buckets and pails and shovels used to build villages, castles and rivers. In defense of sand mixed with water. In defense of falling on something soft not made of petrol. (Unless your municipality or daycare bought plastic-covered sand; yes, that … Continue reading In Defense of Sand

Walking Rosemont

For someone who loves movement and geography, I sure can hesitate to cross the street or go for a walk. Standing at a street corner, looking at the traffic of humans and cars, I try to determine the timing of the traffic lights. Should I step off the curb? Will the light turn yellow? Will the … Continue reading Walking Rosemont

The Funeral Home

Funeral home. Funeral parlour. Mortuary. Whatever you call it, you probably only go rarely, and only when summoned to. Like other places of death—ambulances, hospitals, hospices—the necropolis remains marginal in most people's lives. I've been to a dozen funerals, at least. At each one, people offered condolences, shook hands, cried, and stood in circles, talking … Continue reading The Funeral Home