When eleven-year-old boys walk and talk their whole bodies are busy in the conversations and they weave in and out of one another as they go. Eleven-year-old city boys camping, ride bicycles freely as we once did, up and down the cul-de-sacs, no helmets, no curfews, no limits. Coming and going as they please, a… Continue reading On Freedom and Independence: Eleven-Year-Old Boys
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Glamping
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I don’t want to go camping. I definitely don’t want to go glamping. Glamping could be one of the most unforgivably cringeworthy words I know. It sounds like a vise. A tool that clamps. A glamorous clamp. Speculum to the stars. I’ve done it again. I’ve gone too… Continue reading Glamping