Kaimana Wolff, novelist, poet and playwright, survives in a small community on the coast of British Columbia with her friend, a beautiful soul housed in a wolfish body. Often Lord Tyee and Wolff can be heard devising new howls, songs and dances on the lawns, in the parks, and in glens of the great forests still permitted to stand.
In the hot prairie summer of 1963, I got my first teaching job: teach swimming to twenty adults terrified of water. If I didn’t have a mother who had never dared to step into the ocean despite having been born right beside it, it would have been hard to understand how a grown human could […]
Yesterday I read a heartening news story of a 45-year-old woman who had earned her PhD in spite of a terminal diagnosis of cancer. Her university was so impressed by her determination and stick-tu-itiveness that it arranged an early graduation ceremony for her, in case she couldn’t make it to the regular grad scheduled for […]
Finally, after years of dithering poverty, I did it. I sent off an entire pay cheque, before I could spend it on things much less lasting, to bring Mana Manna, a.k.a. Biowash, to my town. What on earth, you may ask, is Mana Manna? And why should your town care what you do with your […]
Originally posted on Sungawuni: I should be happy and light today: (1) My birthday is nicely situated, right at the end of the school year. (2) Either my friends are all liars or I really do not look my age. (3) Apparently I have cheated death for the 14th time. Pretty good going. Oh, yeah?…