Here’s our favourite shot from Karen Stuebing’s recent photo gallery, titled Home of the White Tail Deer. Karen, your work is utterly magnificent! Keep the incredible photographs coming:
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A hermit’s home
by Joan Baxter
(an excerpt from the book The Hermit of Gully Lake: The Life and Times of Willard Kitchener MacDonald)
“The world knew him as the Hermit of Gully Lake, a lean and bearded elderly man in rags who lived on his own for more than half a century in the deep woods wilderness of northern Nova Scotia. By the time he disappeared in December 2003, his legend had spread across Canada and beyond.”
Relationships
by David Gayes
I’ve been thinking about the connection between disability and friendship.
What makes a friend? What do I look for in a friendship? What do I like about my friends?
Well…
First Loss
by David Gayes
Each summer when I was little, my family would rent a cabin in Wisconsin. For me, a highlight of the vacation would be an afternoon of horseback riding. My dad and I would ride double on the horse. I would sit in front of him, leaning on him for support. My dad would hold me tight and keep me stable. I loved it! My horse was always a calm and friendly one. I would pet the soft, smooth fur and talk to my horse by name. I felt safe, while experiencing the up-and-down rhythmical movement of the horse. I especially enjoyed the thrill of the horse galloping. We’d ride a trail that went through the woods, feeling the cool breeze, listening to the chatter of the birds, and smelling the fragrant flowers and pine forest. The woods felt majestic and peaceful, and I felt contented exhilaration on that one hour trail ride.
One summer, when I was about eight years old, I was totally caught off guard when my dad told me he could not safely ride double with me anymore. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. Why couldn’t I do something that the rest of my family could do? Would I be able to go horseback riding when I got older? How could it be that my strong dad could not keep me safe on a horse? What else wouldn’t I be able to do? Click to continue »
