Not to do as the child wishes would be wrong because he is born on a path, and it would be evil, a crime against nature to make him deny his spirit.
~ Guy Vanderhaeghe
She'd whisper to me to take my tiny piece of happiness, hold its honey in my mouth until it melts away.
History tells us what people do, historical fiction helps us imagine how they felt.
It might be high summer all about but inside me everything is fall. The lonesomeness of a sad, slow closing of days, knowing frost is nigh and wind needling through the cabin chinks is just around the bend. That's me, right now.
