My Purple
I often take pride in the testimony that I never wore dresses as a kid. But that’s a lie. At age 5 I wore one dress – a single dress and that dress only.
Writer’s Choice
What I Promised to Do
I’m trying to get into our new safe deposit box, but I haven’t brought the key with me. “Can’t you open it with yours?” I ask. She gives me a quizzical look.
Sunday Night Shoe Shine
As a child, any time I got to spend with Dad amounted to the thumb space at the toe of a tight shoe. Dad was a general handyman in the surrounding neighborhoods…
What the Mirror Says
I saw my father in the mirror. The eyes within the glass— The same shade as an Oak cascaded in moss— Are an uncanny reflection of his own.
Book Review: Shapes of Native Nonfiction
Shapes of Native Nonfiction delivers 27 lyric essays from 18 indigenous authors. The essays are grouped into four sections—technique, coiling, plaiting, and twining.
Same Like Me
“Can we pray for my brother?” She asked as I petitioned the class for prayer intentions. “We just found out he is going to be incarcerated…”
Results of the 2020 Place & Home Contest
Congratulations to the winners of the 2020 Dreamers Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home Contest. This contest honours the term “Dreamers”…
Oralia
A heavy weight presses down on my chest. It feels like a chasm is forming under the breastplates covering my heart. I take a moment…
History Lessons
Mid-way through a week of walking the vales and fells of the Lakes | My new friend Judy asks: | What do your parents do?