Today our streetcar was unusually packed – standing room only 10 stops from the subway. Most of the car get soft at the first subway exit. As we were leaving, I heard a man say ‘stay flat – as flat as paper’. When I arrived at the exit I saw he was talking to his two girls, aged about 6 and 4. I smiled to myself and thought how lucky these girls are to have their world described to them in such a vivid way and how much more of the world they must be seeing as a result.

And the girls were as flat as paper, the older one hugging the younger one tightly to her.

Aug 21, 2012 | Full Stories | King Station

Every Monday there is a violinist who plays at King Station. he plays simply and beautifully, and I wonder if he knows that he is often the best part of my Mondays. Today, as always, I did not have change to give him. I feel ashamed because I get so much from him yet give nothing in return. Today, it’s Vivaldi. I meet his eyes and smile. I cannot help it. He says ‘what a beautiful smile’. He knew I appreciated his music. I knew he appreciated someone taking a moment to hear him play. A simple moment of grace.

Dec 5, 2011 | Full Stories | King Station