Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
I'm sitting at my table listening to Ted Talks--- Like I used to years ago in my attic apartment of the old house I owned. I was parallel with the trees in the sloped top of the old character home. I lived in the romance of my cute little place. That was a truth. I... Continue Reading →
Wednesday morning I woke up to a post on Twitter. It said: Congratulations to the 2022 Moonbeam Book Award finalists and winners--including a few from YNWP: Counios & Gane for Shepherd's Call (Gold Medal) Angie Counios, Author https://www.couniosandgane.com/ Alberta-Rose Bear, Kathleen O'Reilly and Lindsey Bear for nimosôm anima--nimihšōmihš ta-minciwēnciman: Grandfather's Reminder (Silver Medal) and Alison... Continue Reading →
Last night from the balcony of my bedroom in Thessaloniki, Greece, I felt a familiar calling from the long-ago times. I looked over the neighborhood and the city with its stacked dwellings---a very different vision than the city I'm from in Canada. The buildings in front of me felt older than they actually are. I... Continue Reading →
Puns The title of this blog post is a shameless pun and it is so very intended because life is about having fun with the little things...annnnnd the big things....annnnnd everything in between. I accept that you may have rolled your eyes. You may have chuckled. I hope that you can forgive me and continue... Continue Reading →
To all immigrants, newcomers, refugees, or anyone who has discovered what it is to love more than one place, this one's for you. This year's holiday observations feel a bit deeper. I just took it all in because I became amazingly aware of what a gift it was to even be on a holiday after... Continue Reading →
Dear Motherland: Thank you for your sizzling sun and unapologetic winds. Thank you for your complicated curvy streets and narrow passages. Thank you for your complex and diverse fragrances of honeysuckle, jasmine, roses, spice, food, compost and exhaust. Thank you for your diverse history with layers (literally) upon layers of architecture, revealing histories, peoples, conflicts,... Continue Reading →
It's summertime! As a teacher, my life runs on cycles. Fall---start of school. Winter break. Semester change. Spring break. SUMMER! I look forward to each stage as they all move me forward. And well, truth be told, I don't know anything different as I've been in the cycle of education since I was five, which... Continue Reading →
The task I assign a basic exercise in my art class at the beginning of the semester, where I have the students make a list of 20 things they love. It's personal and useful. This assignment was initially created to resolve the frequent phrase I hear whenever I assign a new art project: "I don't... Continue Reading →
Summer Solstice was a couple of days ago---the longest day of the year. The day I chase the light, spiritually, metaphorically, and sometimes literally. I get out there somewhere and watch the sun drop past the horizon. Her long lazy slow journey. It's like she's saying 'Hey there, isn't it nice out? I think I'll... Continue Reading →
My life is the "Yes and..." improv game, just on a really life size scale. Here's how you play Yes and... An improv player makes eye contact with another team member and makes a statement such as: I found a box on the road. Player two says Yes and...we should open it. The conversation goes... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 