Men are coming to take Mom’s bed. Her quilts and blankets and sheets and throws are covered with cigarette burn holes. I strip the bed and fill four big black […]
Read MoreIN Winter 2021
25 NOVEMBER 2019. 7:30 AM. HUSSON UNIVERSITY, BANGOR, MAINE. The memory begins here: we’re young, us skicins, and we’re somewhere on the reservation, the island. We could have been anywhere, […]
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I am no longer blind, but there was a time many years ago when I lost my vision. Next week I’ll see the eye doctor for my cataracts, and he’ll […]
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