...In the end, everyone is aware of this:
nobody keeps any of what [s]he has,
and life is only a borrowing of bones.
This poem fragment describes my realization of, and gratitude for, the fact that everything I am and have builds on what is given and available to me. I recognize myself as interdependent, as interconnected. And bones — such an earthy, almost spectral image! But there’s something wonderful about bones. Set within us, so many of them, and varied, yet each one vital. Making the shape of us.
This blog will probably take me in all kinds of directions — who knows? — exploring and borrowing the bones of my heritage, my environment, my responsibilities. The bones of books, articles, poems — writing, that is, whether mine or others’. The tone may be reflective at times, or informing, probably opinionated on occasion, and (I’m hoping) humorous now and then.
I’m a writer, editor, avid reader, lay historian. My latest book is a collection of short fiction, What You Get at Home (Turnstone Press, 2012). I’m also the author of the award-winning novel, This Hidden Thing, several other books, and articles and stories in a variety of periodicals. My novella “Mask” was the winner of The Malahat Review’s 2014 novella contest. (Please see more about my writing at the relevant pages.) I happened to grow up Mennonite, which informs my comment and curiosity, though I prefer the label Anabaptist for the faith piece of it. I’m also a Canadian, and inside Canadian, a long-time Manitoban but now resident of British Columbia. And I’m a spouse (the H. in the texts is my husband), mother, and grandmother.
Welcome here! — Dora Dueck
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