Can you imagine the space between your eyes?….. ….. The space that fills your head…Can you imagine the space between your shoulders?…
We had been home for a week when she started wiping her toothbrush compulsively and would not let me get close to her because she didn’t want me to “breathe on her.”
The helicopters whirr as I put toothpaste on my daughter’s brush. And I think about the view from up there. The 30 000 foot view.
Tiny ants gathered around rectangles. Splotches of colour: flags, fires, lights, tents. The blur of blue and white as police cars move in…
Three students sit at a round table in the library. They are in the ELD program.
In front of them is a pile of wiry pipe cleaners and a ziplock bag full of colourful beads. The students smile as they reach for a pipe…
The rink is smooth as glass and we are the only ones there. I station myself beside our youngest, who is struggling to keep herself upright, and begin coaching her to move forward.