In seconds, a strong wind rushed our canoes as if a giant fan had switched on. Was it a piece of tornado? Struggling was instant under a blue sky and bright sun. No one spoke but leaned into the wind, paddling. We were surrounded by white caps, traveling on a long stretch of lake between … 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 