Our teen son, in his wisdom, taught me to listen to the birds after my cousin passed from skin cancer. 'Mum, the birds are spirits' Image...

What will we be when we’re no longer three? when we’ve come back to two— the me plus the you. What will we talk of if not of the kid? will we go back to things we long ago did? Or move on to things we often wished we could do? what will we do when we’re once again two? Openpexels - AnnH.

Poof! The structure is a cartoon. Beams burst out like watch springs, floors flay like toothpicks, joists now sticks cannot hold a load, or be re-constructed back into that intricate attic cathedral. Even cross beams and braces that once had the elegance of a mantis now resemble scrambled eggs, the skeletal remains of Irma’s destruction Like sailors venerating the safety of their ship, my family’s achievements were deferentially displayed in the cocooned walls of our home. No