Misdirection

By K D | January 4, 2017

The past few months have been a challenge for me. I don’t easily go through any of my days, but something in the last while has been creating friction between me and everything else. Something is unsettled more now than in better times, and it’s a sticky one. We see so much these days. The…

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Give Yourself a Break

By K D | December 31, 2016

During your workday its easy to forget about getting things done for ourselves. We lose our thoughts and clarity as tasks and conversations pile up. We need to take a moment to stop and get grounded. This exercise is simple and can take as little as, you guessed it, 20 minutes. Sometime during your day…

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The Day Off

By K D | December 30, 2016

There, it’s decided. I’m giving myself the day off. I can’t imagine that sounds revolutionary. And if I were to be honest I did go into work today (although the office is closed for the holidays), and I did check my exercise output for the week so far to see if I’d still be able…

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The Bunkhouse, An excerpt

By K D | December 25, 2016

There is no wind tonight. The heat from the fire in the woodstove hums through the chimney, air racing into the flue to feed the flames and then racing again, tempered and smoky out of the metal chimney and into the night sky. Tenaya is cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, her night for the…

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As Plain as Day

By K D | December 25, 2016

Toward Morley on the Trans-Canada highway, out of the mountains to the west of the reserve and then the foothills, passed the casino sitting blank with flashing lights and waiting on the future for its payday to come home, along the ragged asphalt watching pickup trucks on the reserve roads dragging dust clouds behind them,…

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In the Shadows

By K D | December 25, 2016

In the Peaks of Grassi the elk have been gathered for weeks. They lay in the hydro cut in the cold with the wind coming through Whiteman Pass. When they are still over the night hoarfrost grows white crystals on their fur. And in the night, if the clouds part in the sky and the…

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Shortest Days, Revisited

By K D | December 25, 2016

“This will probably be it for me. I can’t imagine I’ll see another Christmas.” Billy holding the steering wheel of the truck. “How’s that?” “I just don’t expect to be around much longer. Once the thaw is in I’ll be out of here. The old man doesn’t want me around anyway.” It isn’t early in…

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