This past Monday evening the phone rang. Once, and then Mom plucked it from the receiver: the call we’d all been waiting for. She stood, listening intently, her cheeks lifted and eyes expectant with something that might have been excitement, or fear, or both. I knew her unspoken questions: Is Dora okay? the baby? And […]
All morning, I tried to write, and all morning the world was too vast, my thoughts too uncategorized and vague, to put anything into sequence. All I could think was: Who cares, anyway? Who cares but me? Not very encouraging words for an author. Writing requires only two things, really: courage and stupidity. Since I
Learning To Laugh In Deer Lake Read More »
On my last post I promised to share what I learned at Deer Lake this summer, and now I sit not knowing how to start. Like so many times when I’ve passed through a profound experience, I look back and wonder, “Did I learn anything? Or did I know this all before? I can’t remember.”
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See that picture of Hollywood? That’s where I spent my summer. No, it’s not in California, and no, it’s not a place where movie stars generally hang out. This picture was taken in Deer Lake, Ontario (photo credit:http://firstnation.ca/deer-lake-first-nation), and it’s way cooler than California could ever be. Literally. Heh-heh. Spend a winter in Deer Lake
My Summer in Deer Lake First Nation Read More »
Hannah meets me walking from my car up to the horse auction. She is young, sweet sixteen, with long blonde hair, a thin pink jacket, jeans. Leather toed-boots peek out below the denim, and she lifts a pant leg to show me the pink camouflage on the side of the boot. She fits the atmosphere
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