Lisa Dick
My son and I stand on the corner of Frederick and Great King Streets in Dunedin. He is wearing seven strings of beads around his neck and holding a blue collection bucket. His necklace is so heavy it makes his neck ache, so he didn’t put it on until we reached our designated spot. The hospital looms above us, blotting light from the pavement below. But, here on our corner, the sun shines.
At 12 years old, my son is confident. He catches two buses to school each day. He’s a house captain. He plays football, futsal, water polo, underwater hockey and field hockey. He learns guitar and drums. He has a dramatic streak that appears when he, his siblings and their cousins put on family shows in the summer. He’s getting tall. His brown hair needs a cut, and his collection of Lynx deodorants clutters up our bathroom drawer. He’s fit, he’s healthy and he’s active. [Read more…] about 499 beads