I was just a toddler when I’d ask mom to tell me the story of Moses again and again. I’d be sitting bedside with my little brown feet swaying, wide eyed as I heard the tale of Moses floating away in a basket surrounded by reeds.
When I was seven I was already aware of domestic violence, alcohol abuse and suicide. The poverty in my community made everything bleak and sombre. Sure there were tender moments when I’d laugh and felt loved, but the creeping feeling of desperation was always under the surface. My escape from it all was reading “Lost in the Barrens,” with Farley Mowatt’s characters, canoeing the great north instead of surviving Elsipogtog.
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