Category: writing writers
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A Very Long View
A chilly day, the cloudless sky casting bright sunlight off a spreading of snow. Sunday night we had enough snow that we had to have the driveway plowed for the first time this year. The snow was heavy and dense, so it stuck to the trees, making for a truly magical morning landscape. A few…
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The Work Ahead
A warm, dark, cloudy morning. We are told there will be sun and a breeze later. Maybe snow Sunday. I keep finding myself fretting about things I have no control over. Lots of things. Then there are the middle of the night awakens, the revenge fantasies, and the moments of sheer hopelessness. Sound familiar? I’m…
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On “The Shapes of Native Nonfiction”
A bright, seasonably cool day. The stiff breezes of the past few days have finally subsided somewhat. Wait! As soon as I wrote this the wind picked up and is moving the mostly bare tree branches vigorously. I’ve been reading experimental essays by a host of Native American writers in Shapes of Native Nonfiction, edited…
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Grey Days
Today, like yesterday, is chilly, damp, and grey, November getting an early start. Each morning there are fewer leaves on the trees and more on the ground. Still, the trees in our yard have managed to hold on to enough foliage that when we walk around we hear the chittering of flocks of small birds…
