Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Looking for the teacher I sent a message on a social media platform that didn't exist in 2000, to someone I didn't know for more that a couple of hours. I reached out to him because I wanted to use his words with permission. I remembered his name hoping it would land in the correct... Continue Reading →
Wanderlust is part of who I am. I carry it around like a tattoo permanently stuck to me. When I can't go anywhere I just go out onto a grid road, picnic it up, feet on dash, coffee in hand and carry on like I'm seeing that horizon for the first time. I watch the... Continue Reading →
Restlessness seeped in. My hips and legs ached and my head was full. In what seemed like a counterintuitive decision (sore legs and more walking) I put on my runners and a warm jacket which was sadly still required---and headed outside. I hoped that outside would loosen my limbs and shake the cerebral dust. Just... Continue Reading →
The weather was so windy, cold, grey and miserable that I thought I'd live in the past for a few moments and recall a lovely twenty-four hour road trip I took just a few weeks ago when autumn was still warm and gorgeous. The day was clear as we moved along Highway 11. No construction.... Continue Reading →
Last year, this past weekend, was the last time I traveled out of country or flew anywhere. Counios and Gane went to Billings, Montana for two nights for the High Plains Book Awards as nominees in the category of Young Adult Literature for our book Wolfe in Shepherd's Clothing. We came home and on Canadian... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 