“Can I borrow your iPad”, my son asked me. “I have a class project on the vanishing mangroves of the city.” He’d collected a fair amount of material from the Net, when I piped up- “Do you even know what a mangrove looks like?”
He didn’t. And since there is a mangrove grove less than a mile from our place, I took him to see it. He didn’t seem the least bit interested, and I wondered why I bothered. But maybe if I keep at it, he will someday realize that what he learns in school is real stuff too.
This is the fifth year that I am going to be a part of NaBloWriM. The writing mojo seems to have deserted me, but by elaborating either on a quote that touches my heart, or by attempting to capture a fleeting emotion, let me see how long I last.