Artemisia

Navigating sexual orientation and the integrity of friendship before the rainbow.

How I came to play guitar and make a music cd of my songs. With a link to an MP3 of samples.

The Tomahawk was the last place I had a meal with my father and that occasion was the last time I ever heard him laugh or saw him smile.

Rabbit hunting in Louisiana and with my Texas Cherokee granny on the Gulf of Mexico.

You can take the Swede out of Scandinavia but it's hard to get the Cherokee out of the Swede.

How cowboys are made.

Healing, hurting, hauling, howling and hoping on the Sea To Sky Highway.

There are two ways to fix your brakes and neither one works. A lesson from high school revisited upon retirement.

Looking back at my schooling from Louisiana to Squamish.

How I received my first eagle feather.

Glimpses of evil and the responsibility of deliverance.

My youngest son teaches Reproductive Biology to his 2nd Grade class and the finer techniques of oration to his teacher.

I used to hate painting until some St'at'imx anger management helped me get a burr out from under my saddle.

Sketches of the author and his father. A small stack of enigmatic postcards stashed in the covers of a diary that hurt to write.

It was Grade Seven and the situation was now akin to a screenplay co-written by Wilde, Dante and Kafka.

In which my youngest son learns about ability and teaches me about motivation.

A 1970’s Guatemalan jungle honeymoon. Bad water, Mayan ruins, good friends, lost seats, and skinny-dipping with predatory fish.

Timing is everything for an eighteen year old Lynn Valley cook with an interest in ethnobotany.