Perhaps it shows the limits of my abilities as a mother, but I find it impossible to imagine a conversation with a very young child about the fact of other very young children being shot and killed that could conceivably reinforce a sense of safety.
I find it hard to imagine a world without instant access to information.
Because I am one end of the spectrum, I find it difficult to imagine a continuum.
I find it impossible to imagine a theatre company in Australia doing the same thing.
Despite their difficulties the family find it hard to imagine a time they will be able to move home.
I find it hard to imagine a standard by which Jarrell's poetry might be considered confessional.
Most of us find it easier to imagine a world without pine martens, honeybees, otters and wolves than one without social media, lattes, cheap flights and dishwashers.
Travelers in the midst of another holiday season of shuffling shoeless through seemingly interminable airport security lines may find it difficult to imagine a future where screenings are not only speedy but thorough.
Today, while I know that my career could progress slightly faster if I flew, I find it hard to imagine a scenario that would make flying seem worthwhile to me.
Perhaps they find it difficult to imagine a time when theatre was improvised in response to terrifying headlines, a time when delivering a line of dialogue with a chilling sense of dread did not even require acting.
