A working professional writer since 1978, I've been a journalist in newspapers, radio and television, and in 1994, broke into the world of publishing for the first time.
Since then I have published three novels and a memoir with Doubleday Canada Ltd. This year,
+ more bio informationWhat It Comes To MeanThere are mornings here when the quiet comes to fill you. You walk the line of lake cautiously not wanting to break the spell of it. There's mist on the water and it drifts upwards off the rock enveloping you and the feeling is not of disappearing from this view but of sinking into it. Within this stillne... More..
Butterfly Teachings & Thelonius Monk -It was the butterflies, my people say, who brought the first human babies to their feet. The New Ones sat in innocence beneath a tree watching the world around them with eyes of wonder. Everywhere was magic and an overwhelming cascade of life and motion. So they sat there and took it all ... More..
I had a hero when I was six. He wasn't a hockey player, a rock star, a comic book hero or even a movie star. He was a mechanic, a tall, slender, chain smoking grease monkey who smelled of oil, tobacco and Old Spice after shave. His name was Joe Tacknyk and he was a Ukrainian Canadian. He was a quiet, thoughtful, reflective ma... More..
We saw wolves on the ice. There were two of them, a large dark, heavy male and a smaller duskier colored female. It was the beginning of winter and the ice had just set on the small mountain lake a few miles down the road from our cabin. I spotted them out of the corner of my eye, two dark spots on a sheet of white. They ling... More..
In our home the television is hardly ever on. There's something about having the open land a step away that makes it irrelevant somehow. As though there's a greater channel available, commercial free and ever changing. Sure, we watch the news, have our favorite couple of programs, and I catch all the baseball games I can, but... More..
Making It Home -Every year the world returns to proper balance sometime in mid February. The day that pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training is the day that time begins again. The five months of darkness that is winter when there is no baseball are hollow without the resonance of a wooden bat swatting a horsehide co... More..
There is a medicine bowl in the living room. These mornings when the sun eases across the top of the mountain above the lake are medicine times. They are a clarion call to consciousness and a part of you responds to the feel of the energy of the earth awakening. It's an older part, older even than the self you feel these morn... More..
The breaking of bread is an ancient and universal ritual. Across the globe, across time, families have joined together to gain sustenance from food gathered, hunted, grown or purchased. Within the simple act of rending a loaf lies the commonality that bind us.Gratitude.Meal time is the family circle closing. There is a circle... More..
Richard Wagamese
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