authenticity
when we sing “happy birthday” and it’s time to blow out the candles he pauses, eyes welling up, but no tears (like a man might. he’s three.) and he blows and then rubs his eyes gently then turns to the task of cake-cutting
when we sing “happy birthday” and it’s time to blow out the candles he pauses, eyes welling up, but no tears (like a man might. he’s three.) and he blows and then rubs his eyes gently then turns to the task of cake-cutting
at that age (five) the girls all love to participate the boys take a bit of persuasion, but join eventually. it’s not so popular to make gender-based observations, but watch how they’re playing
paperwork workday schoolwork homework workshift handiwork workaholic worksheet keywork woodwork needlework worker social work bodywork the devil’s work a woman’s work the good work
it’s nearly may. the morning bird-song is just beginning to build momentum, and the smoking tree is much less lush than this time last year. what will summer sound like?
i try first with the flute to find the changes (the guitar got left at the church) then hack away at the piano, getting lost– a truly heartrending ballad