I remember so vividly a day in the Chimbel library room where I was reading with a child whilst the whole room was busy and bustling with raised voices, quiet chatter, intoned hum of independent reading, a slim frame crowded the door. I looked up into the eyes of a distinctly curious boy who immediately…
No matter what the grief, its weight, we are obliged to carry it. These are the first two lines of a poem by Dorianne Laux titled ‘For the Sake of Strangers’. I retrieve those lines here and more in this post as I attempt to share a rather singular story that emerged out of…
I was locked down for over six weeks in a home with no children. As I looked out onto the road, I would see a man on a bike, a woman on a bike, an occasional car driven by a woman or more often a man,but I never saw a child. I was beginning to miss the…
What is new you may ask about yet another encounter with children ? And you are perfectly correct in making this enquiry because haven’t I written and spoken enough about this ? Somehow it seems not. Somehow I am unable to shed the vestiges of the possibility that children impose upon my being when I…
It seemed like a normal parent’s evening at Bookworm. Twenty five parents and their child/ ren were invited to the library to both experience the library and engage with a psychologist on the role of books in the life of a child. The rooms were beautifully arranged, laid out with toys, play tents, blocks, cars,…