Tracks in the Snow

  When I walk by myself in the snow, I’m never walking alone. The other morning I went out for a walk in the fresh snow. My usual road was suddenly new. A variety of footprints indented the snow with their different shapes and depths. There were huge […]

Why History is Important

    Before the cemetery tour I led the other day, someone commented, “What’s your tour about? My daughter doesn’t want to go if it’s about dates and who was married to whom.” People have been turned off by history relayed through dry, dusty details. Too bad. History […]

Human Beings, Not Human Doings

    I used to be a full-time teacher and for a long time, that was my identity. In a small community, I was known as the Grade 3 teacher. The teacher box was the one I fit in. Almost two years ago I gave up this position […]

Two Ghost Stories

I don’t believe in ghosts. I think it’s fair that I admit this before I tell you a couple ghost stories. Someone suggested that I call them “unexplained phenomena” stories instead, but it doesn’t have the same ring. It’s not difficult to resist a story about unexplained phenomena […]

Autumn Views

Recently when I posted a photo of our early-September snowfall, friends on social media asked me, “What happened to fall, Lori?” Sometimes we get fall here in my neck of the woods and sometimes we don’t. It sure feels like it’s gonna be an early winter this year, […]

What I Learned From Steve Earle

  The other night, we went to see Steve Earle and The Dukes. Because it is the 30th anniversary of Copperhead Road’s release, they played all the songs from the album from the first one, Copperhead Road, to the last song, Nothing But a Child, in order and […]

When You Go Home

  When I go home I’m lucky to be able to visit a place that hasn’t changed significantly since my childhood. Until recently, that same house even contained my grandparents’ wood burning stove from their homestead. The stove dated back to probably the mid-1940s and when all that […]

Blocked

  It’s not writers block. I don’t have writers block. If anything, I’m blocking the characters. They’re ringing the doorbell and thinking it’s broken, they knock loudly. Some of them are peering into the lower windows and I’m lying on the floor in front of the couch praying […]

Dying Butterfly

The other day, a child brought me a butterfly. He held out his hands and gently opened them to reveal a very cold butterfly indeed. The boy told me, “Ms. K., I found this butterfly.” I could tell that he believed that I would know what to do […]