“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
Y ou Can Listen Here He heard the faint click of the game camera, I think, for he looks directly at the lens, arrow head lifted gently to the left, but he has been caught, left front paw extended, body following arching down, a balletic move, a figure in mid-dance step. He looks to be a big male. The next one is running, a blur, but clear enough to see that something is wrong […]
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Y ou Can Listen Here In 1999, close to the Ojibwe reservation in northern North Dakota, two families, neighbors, one white, one Native American, have been friends for years: the Ravich’s and the Iron’s. The men married half-sisters. They help each other. But Landreaux Iron accidently shoots and kills Pete Ravich’s five-year old son, Dusty, while hunting. How does either family go on after such a catastrophe? How do they not implode under the weight […]
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Y ou Can Listen Here I do not like the heat. Mid-November should be skull-cap cold, gloves-cold so that sitting in a tree stand calls for a degree of resistance to wind and an appreciation of warmth when darkness falls and home beckons. The blue-sky days are lovely though, and they are part of the dissonance I feel: how does one now live a double life — the private one and the public one? […]
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Y ou Can Listen Here On Election Day I felt as if I were caught between vast air masses, green-cloud storms pushing up from the southwest into a fair-weather high meeting its fury — convergences of feelings so dissimilar as to produce a kind of vertigo, an experience of both pride and a deeper, more encompassing dread than I have ever felt before. Even 9/11 did not produce such a sense of grievous alarm […]
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