March 25, 2018 § Leave a comment
2018.03.25 @ home in Toronto
To this newly arrived dreamer, the ice looked as impossible as the language he did not speak.
Nourished by weekly wobbles and falls, he eventually found footing in a new land where mistakes are allowed and creativity is embraced.
(Mr. C.K. Chan, we’ll miss you. Thank you for taking me to the arena every weekend when we first arrived in 1989 and for helping us settle so well into our new home.)