Skinnamarink

Skinnamarink

We file into the basement with our babies, all just weeks old and cocooned in their new infant car seats with brightly colored toys dangling from the handles. The stairs are narrow and carpeted; I’m worried I might slip and fall. We each look around self-consciously, eyeing the other parents and babies, eager to connect…

on fault and grace

On Fault and Grace

“Don’t climb those,” were the first words out of my mouth as we entered the park in downtown.  Nestled between skyscrapers, it offered a splash area that ran in between hills covered with shining Astroturf.  The hills were spotted with abnormally large rocks, and my then seven-year old daughter was weaving in between them. “Why…