When I was in primary school, we put on an international themed nativity play. I imagine it arose from the teacher wondering how she would give parts to the sea of faces in front of her. I was the little Dutch girl who came to lay my gift at the foot of the manger. If …
Every Saturday morning The Brother and myself would gather up all the little brass bells and boots, vases and chalices, and lay them on newspaper in the kitchen. Like a scene from a Charles Dickens novel The Brother would clean them with Brasso and pass them to me for polishing off. That I will never …
Ordinary Plenty 