Can You Come Out to Play?
The Fine Art of Playfulness
- A winter adventure with son Atz Lee
- Texting fun
- What Alice Walker said to me
- A little poem ditty for you to play with

Even as a teenager, my younger son, Atz Lee, would ask me to come out and play. I remember a gorgeous sunny winter day when he wanted me to go outside to see something he was very excited about. I was pretty cozy and content by the fire but he was insistent, so out we went on his adventure. This involved laboring along in the lung searing cold, clouds of breath puffing around us as we hiked through the crunchy snow. We crossed the field in front of the house to the place where a frozen culvert had created an overflow of frozen ribbons and flowing layers in a variety of colors from the minerals in the water. It was great looking, artful, and I was glad I came. It turned out, though, there was more to come. (more…)
