Tag: Native American
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Irony at Advent
A brilliantly sunny, cold, frosty morning. A few days ago we drove to Boston. It was equally cold but more frosty and the trees sparkled, backlit by the early morning sun. Sorry to say there are no photos. Sunday we joined one of Jennie’s twins, Daniel, and his wife, Katie, for pre-Chanukah latkes, a brief…
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Advent Arrives
We awoke to clear skies, frosty windows, and twelve degree temps. Nori the cat went to the briefly open door, happily smelled the outside world, fluffed up to a much larger size, and fled. I received my new computer glasses Wednesday. To say they are a blessing would be an understatement. They provided immediate relief,…
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Thanksgiving Eve
We awoke to fading overnight rain. For a brief time the sly partially cleared revealing a lovely winterish sunrise. I had to go into my primary care office for a routine blood draw and joined what became a longish line waiting outside for the lab to open. Fortunately the morning is on the warm side…
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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…
