We were surrounded by white caps, traveling on a long stretch of lake between two dense shorelines of pines, in the Canadian wilderness. Branches overhung the shallows. There was nowhere to stop. It was every canoe for itself. In seconds, a strong wind rushed our canoes as if a giant fan had switched on. Was … Continue reading The Boulder, 1981
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Lady of the Ants
When we got out of the car and stood in the parking lot, Eva and I discovered we were Woodlanders. “Across the field,” said a big lady. I heard the word “bye” sprinkled around me like rainfall and I said my own bye – “See you in a week!” said my mother. I could see … Continue reading Lady of the Ants
Circa 77 