my own food.

Ole Doc Jimmy from town came around a week ago and caught Ma in the kitchen while I was tending to the chickens. She asked him all the questions she never talked to me about. Turns out Pa went down to the Legion and marched out of town that first night, to defend his country. Doc told her why he came round just after I came in. Turns out some scientisteggheads figured out a way to kill the Martians. Doc asked Ma if she had caught the Spanish Influenza that killed so many in round here in 1918. Neither of us had. He said that the Army had been working on making it a weapon, and it turns out that the bastards from Mars died inTribute Page

Luna Yatsula – Her Final Days

I’ll never forget the December day when I first met with Luna Yatsula in an Ottawa coffee shop. There was something grave about her drawn face and weakened physical presence. Yet there was so much light in her eyes.

Moving gingerly beside a mug of steaming tea, she cheerfully agreed to write the piece and to pose for photographs.

While we worked together, Luna emitted only positive energy. The swelling in her stomach had subsided and she felt well enough to schedule a belly dancing workshop for January 15. But it wasn’t to be. We were finalizing her article when she stopped responding to my e-mails. She died on January 11 after slipping into a coma.

In the final note she wrote to me on