Now there is snow covering everything, and the cold is bitter even when the sun is shining, so I read this week’s story and lecture inside, under an afghan, tucked into the corner of one of the warmer rooms (saving the warmest for later winter months—like being in training,
A couple of weeks ago, I attended Wordstock, a literary festival in Northern Ontario (they presented all their events in-person and online), and one of my favourite discussions was between three northern Indigenous authors, which reminded me that I had intended to share some other recent Indigenous reads. The Wordstock
Already it has turned too chilly to sit outdoors and read, unless the sun is shining, which it was not when I wanted to sit with Payback and Dancing Girls this week. But it’s still warm enough to be comfortable in a sweater to do the raking and burlapping (isn’t
My meandery re-reading of Audre Lorde’s essays began with musings on her birthday, followed by “Notes from a Trip to Russia” and “Poetry Is Not a Luxury”. “Even if you’re new to Audre Lorde, you’ve probably seen this passage of hers quoted: “I was going to die, if not
Today I spent my breaks outdoors, in the company of Margaret Atwood’s Payback and Dancing Girls: the first lecture in the former, the first story in the latter. After a very wet and cold September, October was hovering around zero most nights and in the high-single-digit and low-double-digit temperatures
