When Do We Lose That Childish Wonder?

white-and-black-preschool-girls1

I live in a rural area where, until very recently, very few people of colour lived. This was especially the case when I was growing up in the sixties. In my earliest years, I never once laid eyes on a person who was not the same ethnicity as me. My mother tells me a story of taking me to the local swimming pool when I would have been aged 3 or 4. There was a black mother with her child and of course, with my then-blond, straight hair and fair, freckled skin, I was fascinated. After staring at the child – who would have been about the same age as me – in open-mouthed wonder for a long time, I finally asked, in a loud, childish voice, “Mom, why is that boy chocolate?” Continue reading “When Do We Lose That Childish Wonder?”

Advertisements

Looks Can Be Deceiving

Twiggy

I remember the first time my mother made lasagne, back in the mid seventies. Continue reading “Looks Can Be Deceiving”

Reflections on Footwear, Fashion and Common Sense…

moose-doing-splits-260nw-432342658

I am not what one could ever describe as a fashionista. Continue reading “Reflections on Footwear, Fashion and Common Sense…”

Swimming Hole, Part One

I live in the country. In the hot summer months, while there are not lot of municipal swimming pools, there are countless swimming holes if you have the time and the patience to go exploring a bit. My husband loves the water and he rarely misses an opportunity to go for a swim. Our dog is an active and enthusiastic participant in every venture. Continue reading “Swimming Hole, Part One”

Woman in Coffee Shop

She looks to about sixty years of age. She is a big woman. Her hair is short; going-on-white; a stylish but no-nonsense cut. She is wearing black tights and a long, body-hugging sweater that sinks in at the waist and flares out to unapologetically hug her ample hips. Continue reading “Woman in Coffee Shop”