M tells us a long story about a friend snapping a shot of her brother falling over while skiing D: And so it was immortalized on film, huh? M: No, it was a picture. D: I’ll just go over here and feel old now.


Once upon a time I was staffing a camp bus and there was this one little boy of about eight who DID NOT want to go to camp. He clung and clung to his mother who, in a moment of extreme madness, had actually got on the bus* to say goodbye to him. Two of […]

An Ode to Popcorn

Among the detritus that came home at the end of the school year, I found M’s poetry notebook. They covered cinquains, rhyming couplets and odes. It is a brave teacher, I think, who is willing to venture into Ode territory with a class of grade 2/3/4’s. “I like M’s poetry,” said her teacher at one […]