Tag: Native American
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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…
Michael Watson PhD
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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…
Michael Watson PhD
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Veterans’ Day Eve

A wet, calm, densely foggy day, leaves floating ever so slowly down in drifts of colour. Last night we had an intense thunderstorm, lightening rippling across the sky in all directions. The heavy rain stripped most of the leaves from our trees, although a few maples are insistently holding on to colour. I have not…
Michael Watson PhD
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Sitting With Suffering

At sunrise, the sun illumines the brilliant red leaves of our maples. It is a cooler day of sun and cloud, the breeze producing brief showers of leaves from the trees. We’ve moved the overwintering plants into the house and this morning I wander room to room with a watering can. I’m reading through Natalie…
Michael Watson PhD