There are stories about home.There are stories about hope. There are stories about riding.There are stories about horses.There are stories about cats.There are stories about eeding “fuzz-therapy.” There are stories about belonging.There are stories about needing. There are stories about not wanting to grow up.There are stories about snowing.There are stories about three birdfeeders.There are stories about the barn.There re stories about being a barn girl.There are stories about hayloft sleepovers.There are tories about living with girls who leave bobby pins everywhere.There are stories about appiness.There are stories about ice and soot.There are stories about freezing.There are stories about water.There are stories about saddle leather.There are stories about soft rown oses.There are stories about compassion.There are stories about pool tables.There are stories about new carpets.There are stories about letting go.There are stories about pianos.There are stories about clarinets.There are stories about my grampa.There are stories about needing more.There are stories about pain.There are stories about goodbye.
There are stories about not being able to say goodbye.There are stories about water running through someone’s hat.There are stories about throwing rocks in the pool.There are stories about fires in an old fireplace.There are stories about sun baby and his friends.
There are stories about imaginary friends.There are stories about vegetarian dinners.There are stories about having to give up the good kind of rice.There are stories about my room.There are stories about napping.There are stories about sleeping.There are stories about cuddling.There are stories about snuggling my cats.There are stories about my cats.There are stories about lucky orange spots.There are stories about not breaking the Tiffany lamp.There are stories about new wallpaper.There are stories about being dirty.There are stories about rescuing turtles and frogs.There are stories about jazz music that means Christmas.There are stories about high ceilings and cobwebs.There are stories about carving names in wood.There are stories about three people building together.There are stories about a running beaver.There are stories about catching a bumblebee on your first try.There are stories about John Deer tractors.There are stories about long gravel driveways.There are stories about massive trees.There are stories about building a tiny Inuksuk. There are stories about early mornings.There are stories about sun showers. There are stories about stir-fries.There are stories about classic movies. There are stories about playing games.There are stories about family. There are stories about playing Scrabble by candlelight.There are stories about barbecuing everything in the fridge and freezer. There are stories about the diving board.There are stories about scents. There are stories about breathing.There are stories about love. Flannery Muise

Toronto, Ontario and Regina, Saskatchewan Canada
| York University
February 20-27, 2007

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