by Julia Gibson Like many, I have a perverse relationship with holidays. I insist on doing them to the hilt, making all the food from scratch, hovering over anyone who dares to try to help, telling them how it should be done. Then I get cranky at everyone for sitting around eating stuffed mushrooms while I curse the meat … [Read more...] about Street Turkey.
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For the Waters: Part Two
by Julia Gibson I drive slowly forward, looking for whoever’s walking. Debbie takes big deliberate strides, head down to watch the ground. The eagle staff casts a long shadow from the headlight beams. I creep along, windows open, heater on, birdsong flickering in. The sky starts to redden. One walker replaces another. … [Read more...] about For the Waters: Part Two
For the Waters: Part One
by Julia Gibson FOR THE WATERS: BLOOD OF THE EARTH I, raised by atheists, have invited myself on a pilgrimage. I’m sitting in a rental car at dawn waiting for people I’ve never met who might not want me with them. They are Anishinaabe grandmothers who … [Read more...] about For the Waters: Part One
For the Waters: Part Three
by Julia Gibson(in parts I and II, Julia, who, as she says, was 'raised by atheists', joins a pilgrimage of Native American mothers to walk around one of the Great Lakes...the Lakes are dying, and this is their response...)In the afternoon I have a new walking partner, someone I’ve seen little of so far – BJ, Josephine’s nephew and … [Read more...] about For the Waters: Part Three