Café-friendly kids

My two-year-old, going on three, on a West of Ireland beach, a crisp January morning. Crisp means blue skies and sunshine.. cold air and cold boy. “ Mommy, lets go, Let’s go to a café. Lets go to a café and have a scone” My son, the café kid. I love cafés. I love coffee.…

Playing at life

I lived in Mozambique once. I learned Portuguese. I learned Portuguese in the mornings from a Brazilian woman and in the evenings from a Mozambican student.  I learned Portuguese in meetings, in the office canteen, in a capoeira class  and on field trips to the provinces. I learned it quickly, but I lived in fear…