As I grow older, I find it difficult to ignore the gnawing thought that when I was a little girl of 5, I was given away to live with my mother's childless uncle and his wife who, at that time, had already a throng of relatives living with them, which was not an unusual way... Continue Reading →
smoked dry moose meat fills my senses with memories of home. when my mother would sweep the yard of dry twigs and crinkly leaves and gather them all up in one huge heap under the mango tree . then she would dig a tiny hole in the bottom of the pile with her wrinkled hands-... Continue Reading →
Kind of like how I navigated my life. I went for it. I went the wrong lane. I missed my turn. ...I am here.
The World is Still and My Soul is Resting The world is still and my soul is resting. Your arms became my haven; and your shoulders Are the rocks that keep my raging thoughts at still. The world is still and my soul is resting. The night has not sung its last melodious song... Continue Reading →