Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
First: Air. Water. Food. Good health. Peace. Next: A nice home. Employment to afford my needs---and my wants. A new thing on the necessary list Dreams. Full Stop. I have been going through old journals for lonely blank pages that need some ink, some watercolor, and maybe some love. I found one ragged-eared thin little... Continue Reading →
My cousin sent me a text with a photo of children's books. She captioned the image with you gave me all of these books as gifts over the years. I don't remember getting her any of them but I'm glad I did. It spurred some thoughts. Gifts Gift-giving is not my top love language, however,... Continue Reading →
I was at a conference where Lisa Baylis talk about self-compassion for educators in a time of burnout. In a brief critique, I want to tell you that she's great. Check out her website. Find her on Insight Timer. If you get lucky enough, see her in person. She's a great educator. I walked away... Continue Reading →
What kind of story would Munish tell? After the production of #34, at Regina's Globe Theatre, I stayed for the opening night party. I chatted with Munish, congratulating him on his success as the playwright and performer. He told me that when he started developing the idea for this story he was prompted by the... Continue Reading →
There is a long-standing, strong, egoistic idea around IQ. Tests are given. People are rated. The higher the score the smarter the person and the more superior. Supposedly. I'm a teacher as well as a writer, so let me add this, "Yeah, right…" I have never had my IQ tested. I don't care. These tests... Continue Reading →
Am I allowed to complain in this month of (Canadian) Thanksgiving? I’m in full swing. Teaching Monday to Friday. Also, writing Monday to Friday with daily meetings and words on the page. I'll add to that---keeping my home and my social life neat and tidy and a little busy. I was so proud of writing... Continue Reading →
It happened again!! I missed our anniversary. I'm a terrible partner. Dave missed it too. I guess we are very preoccupied with writing and life. Although receiving an award from the Moonbeam Awards was a great way to unofficially celebrate. It's been a month since the day David and I picked years ago as the... 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 →
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 →
Angie Counios 