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Going Home. | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. This is a response to a prompt about “going home”, and I roamed through the past and found this moment. I hope you enjoy it. Mom, a call from the back of the van. How long do you think it will be before we are home? This amidst teenage girl chatter and The Spice girls singing Wannabe . That is soooo not okay Hey are you going to Marsha’s on Thursday? 8230; My biology lab results are not rightwho has Mr. B for Bio? And so on and so forth. Oh, but I don’t mindthey ar...
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Lucy…you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do! | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Next Post →. Lucy…you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do! For those of you who can remember the I love Lucy television show, you will recall perhaps Lucy’s gift for telling Ricky exactly what she had done during the day. A woman of the 40s and 50s, she had to have an explanation ready for her husband. And, she always did. But Lucy’s explanations, or the stories of her day, were not. She is crying and asking at the same time, has the nursing home called? Your fatheryour f...
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Mystery | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. When I held my father’s feverish bluing fingers in February and watched him take his last gentle breath, I marveled at the mysteries of life that had brought us both to this moment. He had lived eighty-five years and was reaching towards peace. I was fifty-seven and at last old enough to understand that and bear the responsibilities elderly parents bring to us; mature at last, thank God Almighty, mature at last. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Rootiness | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Today, I found a root of myself. Not roots, singular. Wandering, a bumpy, twisty, painful. It came growing up from those days of. In upstate New York. An empty place, a community. Of strangers with souls and bodies. A boy I knew. Recognized the void in which I roamed. But tormented instead of freeing. My fragile and powder winged frame. Until today, those days were lost. Very little of the geography or the people. Lingered in my memory. And parking lots both. You a...
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Musings | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Last week I went to Washington State, to Whidbey Island, to participate in a Master Class at Hedgebrook, taught by Karen Joy Fowler. I was delighted and blessed by the peace of Hedgebrook Farm and the wonderful staff there, and I found myself working not only on my novel, but spilling forth little pieces of poetry. Funny what comes when you devote yourself to creativity and work. Things fell into place too easily,. Lush forests awaited, taking me into their. In the...
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About | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Welcome to The Contrary Historian! I am an unashamed book hound and writer of both memoir and creative non-fiction. I am very much looking forward to feedback about my writing: what did you like? What would you like to see more of? Which piece is your favourite? Please feel free to comment and educate me! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). I belong to these:.
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One Week. | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Going Home. →. At the institution in Guelph, his first home away from home, I sat with him one whole day while he wept and kept saying, Everything is broken. I couldn’t make sense of it. What’s broken, Dad? Ah, but there is no making sense of everything. In my youth, everything had seemed so black or white. This caring for elderly parents has taught me about the thick grey fog of uncertainty. I am dogged by fatigue. The words of the 23. Posted in Memoir Writing.
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Lucy…you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do! One Week. →. Impulsively, but fortuitously, I signed up for a memoir writing course with Cori Howard of the Momoir Project. Our first assignment was a “new beginning” piece that was to be only a page long. Here is my contribution. By the way, a lovely group participating in that course. Do visit Cori’s site. January 13, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). You are commenting us...
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Memoir Writing | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Last week I went to Washington State, to Whidbey Island, to participate in a Master Class at Hedgebrook, taught by Karen Joy Fowler. I was delighted and blessed by the peace of Hedgebrook Farm and the wonderful staff there, and I found myself working not only on my novel, but spilling forth little pieces of poetry. Funny what comes when you devote yourself to creativity and work. Things fell into place too easily,. Lush forests awaited, taking me into their. In the...
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Momoir Workshop | THE CONTRARY HISTORIAN
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Creative non-fiction and other stories. Lucy…you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do! For those of you who can remember the I love Lucy television show, you will recall perhaps Lucy’s gift for telling Ricky exactly what she had done during the day. A woman of the 40s and 50s, she had to have an explanation ready for her husband. And, she always did. But Lucy’s explanations, or the stories of her day, were not. She is crying and asking at the same time, has the nursing home called? I say, no.”. Your fatheryour f...
