Selfie Sunday: A Post on Perspective

A photo on our camera caught my eye this morning. It was a picture of my mother; a selfie. It piqued my interest and made me stop. It struck me. Captivated me. I love it. I could write a whole entry on what I read in her face at this moment, but that is a thought…

Just In Case I Forgot…

“Say that again please?” I asked her on the bus. After staring at each other for a good two minutes she had spoken quietly enough that  I missed whatever it is she said. The 9 year old school girl with the white fluffy hair bow leaned in, inches away from my face and enunciated, slowly…

5 in a Row: Boots on the Bus

The best stories are bus stories, it seems. I think the bus is a good place to be because there are no expectations. There’s no room for ‘awkward’ in a place where interaction  unexpected and offence is off the radar. You’re out with strangers, and a stranger you are too. You have time for a…

Five in a Row: Bus-ted Again

“You know what I’m excited for?” Adele speaks up through her scarf as we wait for the bus one day. “When we go back home and we actually run into someone we know on the street.” I ponder this and grin. She has a point. Every day we see a lot of faces; a blur…