In praise of the ordinary

The three-year-old who wants a ganilla (granola) bar, andĀ as she eats it, occasionally walks over to silently spit the almonds into my hand. The now-cold coffee, abandoned after chasing around the three-year-old who is spraying water into the air with glee. The mail, the coupons, the unread newspaper. The unwashed clothes. The dogs whose nails … Continue reading In praise of the ordinary