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Shedding Skin 3
We talk of history repeating itself, and I think it’s meant as a negative statement. As in, “when will you learn” NOT to do something. Mistakes happen again and again; heads hit the same wall to no avail. Nations go to war at one end of the spectrum and children rebel against parents at the other end. When I did or said certain things growing up, I was “just like Heather,” my adventurous,…
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Shedding Skin 2
The turn of the millennium seems, well, a millennium ago! I did so much writing then. The short stories I wrote in the early 2000s helped me process the new field I was entering, the world of education where it intersected with at risk and vulnerable youth. As an educator, I had to grow beyond my biases and judgements, those fear-based ways of holding on. Like a snake, I stretched my jaw through…
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Shedding our skin
It’s been a year of work. Family work. Paid work from the heart work. Creative work. Stories written in the past have come back, and darn, I think they are good. The Year of the Snake is coming to a close. Shedding fiction is a fun skin to lose, to observe it separate from oneself. This fall “Alignment” found its way into the London Writer’s Society anthology. I think I can say that Emma…
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Mother's Day revisited with May and June
Sketches for the garden gate by Laura Wythe My mother and her sister were named after the months they were born in: May and June. Both had Alzheimer’s. Patricia May has passed away and but my mother, Eleanor June, lived on. Now, I am given white flowers on Mother’s Day. I wondered how a person with dementia would respond to the news that a loved one had died. I wondered how dementia might…
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Home: Ten Short Stories
font: Minimalist template: BookDesignTemplates.com The interior is finished, thanks to BookDesign Templates for an easy to use format that works for this impulsive, somewhat dyslexic, right-brain creator. In the next month, I’ll be building a main cover with renovation left overs. Besides publishing the collection through Amazon (sigh), I am going to make “art book” copies of the collection and…
A postcard
Back of She Wanders, 2021, DMC #8 thread and printed postcard, by Laura Wythe Stitching up a memento to summarize a whole year on the back of a postcard is a challenge even in the best of years. This one is for 2020. In January 2021, the embroidery guild I belong to invited members to create a postcard to swap. The theme is “What 2020 meant to me.” It’s been a remarkably full year, where babies…
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The Bones Illustrated 16
The Bones Illustrated 16
Dominion of Catherine by Laura Wythe Everything had worked out, but she still had nothing. Even Thomas, her heart and soul, was determined to deny her. Worse, he had seen how small she really was. He wasn’t from here, he wasn’t one to be attached to such a mundane place. She’d always had this place and the stories. It was the foundation of her life, and her life might fade, she believed the…
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The Bones Illustrated 15
The Bones Illustrated 15
A Great Void by Laura Wythe She carried a tray with tea to the front porch, tapping on the door of the good parlour to let TinTin know it was ready. To call him out from the wired madness and to have another human being sit with her before the great void. Clem stared out at what she knew was a landscape only because a horizon line hovered in the distance. It had not been visible in earlier in…
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The Bones Illustrated 14
The Bones Illustrated 14
Thomas Waits Where Highway 3 Has Fallen off the Map by Laura Wythe The clouds over the shore were rent apart like a cloth, and the west-tracking sun burned through. A goddamned rainbow sprung from the gully to the south of him. It arced out over the lake as though painted with a sponge. The colours were brilliant. He shivered, wondering if it was a cruel harbinger of destruction, like the…
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The Bones Illustrated 13
The Bones Illustrated 13
Crossing the Great Lake by Laura Wythe Passing through the white fog gave the impression that the canoe stood still. There was no receding shoreline for Leticia to judge the speed or distance. Her shoulder and neck ached from the tension of holding the compass out for Rebecca to navigate. She couldn’t imagine how badly Rebecca and Miles would hurt by the time they reached the Canadian shore. The…
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The Bones Illustrated 12
The Bones Illustrated 12
Drawn into Catherine’s Orbit by Laura Wythe “His life, it was too short, so short.” Catherine closed the file, waved it in the air, as if she could conjure him back. He wished she had that magic, to bring back lives just as she brought life back to her artifacts. “He was the dearest soul I know, and never had a chance.” She looked to Thomas, and snuffed with her emotions. Clem and Thomas curled…
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The Bones Illustrated 11
The Bones Illustrated 11
Death of Simple Pi by Laura Wythe “The GPS says the phone is here. That Pi should be here.” “This is weird, even for Pi.” Clem looked at the GPS location, then around the area. She dialed Pi’s phone to hear the ring. It came from above, from the branches of the great tree. TinTin boosted her up to get it. It was still ringing, and he reached out for it, hung up on his call. “We don’t want to…
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The Bones Illustrated 10
The Bones Illustrated 10
Woven into the Fabric of Chatham County by Laura Wythe “The town hates me.” “It would be the same if I went to live with you in Gaza. A newcomer waltzes in and they think she wants a share of the pie she hasn’t earned yet. I will spend my life fitting you into my arms, my heart, my life. But the town has to work you among the many into its fabric until you’re seamless. Only recently has Dad…
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The Bones Illustrated 9
The Bones Illustrated 9
Indian Territory, 1774 by Laura Wythe He didn’t think the town was racist. They had their way of sorting people, of keeping them honest. The Wests had Indian blood from the frontier days and the genes popped up in random generations–two in a row with his dad and his sister. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t something the town let them forget. Even with his fair colour, he got his share of teasing.…
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The Bones Illustrated 8
The Bones Illustrated 8
Rain Whisperer by Laura Wythe People all over the world claimed to be in touch with the rain, but Clem believed the whisperers who gathered the most media buzz were liars. Sure, small miracles did happen. Some prayers were answered, how many out of millions? The genuine survivors told how it felt like they’d died and only when they had given up all hope and struggle, only then, had the water, or…
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The Bones Illustrated 7
The Bones Illustrated 7
The Bones illustrated from Text to Textile show (2018) Sprinkler System by Laura Wythe “So, where did the water go?” she asked. “It rose fifty feet and was wicked above the tower lines to Sandusky.” “Then it followed the Mississippi.” “It ran along that corridor like a series of beads. Bring up the video feed and show her.” Pi did, and in the corner of her screen he used the cursor to show…
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The last of 2020
The last of 2020
I’m done with disasters for now. And yet, there is still work to done, both personally and as part of the collective that lives on a shared planet. If there’s one thing that has remained true in 2020, it’s the connection to earth and the precious air we share. How visible that space is now! I work through electronic media, I visit and take courses in the same way. People I see in person are…
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