Lake Lucerne at sunset. Through the window of Alcove Coffeehouse I watch the water and dream. Then I write. A great sentence is like foreplay, groping instinctively to feel good. And it feels good to be back. Working on my writing more than my blogging. I've missed this space.
Early last month a friend sent me an email with the subject FW: Student Cultural Exchange.
"Exciting opportunity," the two words leaped at me as I slugged three short paragraphs to grasp the important details. Age range: 13-16, male or female. Commitment: 1 week, July 6th to 13th. I made note that only eight privileged friends were recipients of the message. Until I read the last sentence, "Feel free to share with others!" My friend is charming, but she is also practical.
Interestingly, our thirteen-year-old conceded reluctantly to the novel idea of hosting a Chinese student for one week. My guess is that his regular summer routine - daily swim team practices, and swim meets every Thursday evening - causes little anxiety. In addition, sticking to his assigned school projects and reading lists, is easy and comfortable. Moreover, when we sat to discuss the opportunity that evening, he must have thought hard about the adjustments required, about coming out of a co…