Or rather, in my writing Hut. When I set my first mouse trap in my forest van sanctuary, I felt I was committing an unethical act akin to that of the American military rounding up Natives–if not in magnitude, at least in attitude. After all, this was the traditional territory of mice, woodpeckers, and poison […]
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Remember what life was like when you were this size? Remember the circle of cup on your cheeks when you thrust your entire chin into it? Remember sucking all the air out of the cup so it would dangle from your chin, no hands? And how it pulled off hard afterwards, and the sudden relief
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The old van has been parked up in our woods for years. This spring, when I was feeling hemmed in by too many people, too many events, and no time to write, Mom came up with the brainy idea of making me a writing cabin. She and Dad tore out the seats and the carpet,
I found this book lying on the coffee table at the Northern Youth Program’s guest house when I visited Ontario the beginning of July. The tagline, “Startling Evidence of Belief in the One True God in Hundreds of Cultures Throughout the World,” caught my eye. The book fascinated me, amazed me, caused me to wonder,
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At least that’s how I felt at the time, and typed madly into my laptop a little over two weeks ago: That’s the funnest, funnest thing I ever did. It was 12:30 a.m. in Deer Lake, and Jonny and Dora and Janet and I had just returned from a fishing trip. We’d boated a long
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