Gail Wylie
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Family therapist - always wanted to be a writer. Have published books on autism. Currently enjoying trying my hand at fiction. Loving the challenges of Vocal. Excited to have my first novel CONSEQUENCES available through Amazon.
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Kisses
He I loved her. From the very first day, when she walked into the classroom, I loved her. Throughout the whole 12 years that we attended school together, I loved her. I never told her, of course. I was far too shy for that. And she never really paid much attention to me. I was just one of the guys.
By Gail Wylie2 years ago in Fiction
The Next Great Canadian Novel
Larry stood at the gate, facing the house that he would call home for the next seven years of his life. Harvest meant that no one else was free to travel off the farm and so he had boarded the bus alone and then taken a taxi to this address. His parents had arranged for his housing at the university via a friend of a friend of a friend and this was it. An older home that looked like it had seen better days. He took a deep breath and reached for the latch of the gate.
By Gail Wylie2 years ago in Fiction
A Myth
In the beginning of time, the elephant was not created to be as big as it became, but due to a metabolic mistake, they ended up growing and growing and growing much larger than the creator had designed them to be. These first elephants also did not have a trunk, but only a nose, much like that of a hippopotamus, to breathe through. They drank water in much the same way as zebras and antelopes, bending down and putting their mouth in the water.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Fiction
What Would You Have in Your Shopping Cart?
I drive through downtown Edmonton to and from work. Every day it seems I see one or more people pushing or pulling a shopping cart stacked high with their possessions. And every time I see the carts, I can't help thinking about how they contrast to the bag of possessions that were tied on the end of a stick during the depression. These carts represent the overindulgence we have in our world to me as much as a lot of other things out there. However, I have recently began to think of them differently.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Humans
A Woman of the Plains. Top Story - July 2023.
The year is 1750 and I am a Paskwaiwiyiniwak woman living on the banks of the Kisiskaciwani-sipi river in the area referred to as Alberta during the 21st century. They call us the Ndooheenou people, a nation of hunters, for we are a nomadic people, following the migration patterns of the wild animals and birds in this area. As nomads we do not have specific occupations. Survival dictates that everyone, in the tribe, is capable of doing whatever task is needed in the moment. We work as a team, not as individuals. The only division is that between men and women. The men are typically the hunters who supply us with meat and the warriors who keep us safe from predators as well as the other tribes who inhabit this area: the siksikartsitapi in particular, who would wipe us out in a moment, if ever given the chance. The men are also responsible for making the tools we use to survive, from stone, wood and bone. The white man, with the convenience of metal, has yet to arrive in our area.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in History
My Father
It was a night I have never forgotten. I was in world I had never been part of. Careening at high speeds down the highway with four young men from our community, who were drinking as much beer, as fast as they could, between the liquor stores we stopped at on our way back to the city. I was returning to my dorm at the university after celebrating Thanksgiving at home with my parents. I had accepted this ride via my best friend from high school. It wasn’t that I didn’t know everyone in the car. After all, we had all grown up in the same small community. But I had never had the opportunity to be with them in this kind of circumstance. To put it bluntly, I was terrified.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Men
The Visitor
I awoke with a start. Shaking my head, I pried my eyes open, trying to figure out where I was. The computer screen gazed back at me balefully, it’s whiteness only broken by two words: ‘The Solstice.’ Now I remember. I was in my office. I had promised to write a short article based on my experiences celebrating the solstice in Norway last June for the editor. However, instead of putting words on the screen I had dozed off, something that was beginning to happen far to often to me. I glanced at my desk, as I straightened up in my chair, trying wake myself up enough to get back to work. A half-eaten hamburger lay on a napkin next to a container holding a few French fries. Another day living on fast food. Maybe this is why I am so sleepy. I have to start taking better care of my body. But first, I have to get this article finished. I placed my hands on the keyboard.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Fiction
My Life's Playlist
What a challenge! Music has been such important component of my life. I’m sure would be simple to make up the 5000 words listing the titles of songs I love, so cutting back to just a few is difficult. But I do enjoy taking on a challenge. Be aware that each song listed represents many others, as well as itself, that were important at the time.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Beat
The Reality of History
In 2006, My husband and I took the opportunity to travel to the Orkney Islands in Scotland to see if we could learn more about his great grandfather William Wylie, who immigrated to Canada from there in 1860 to work for the Hudson's Bay Company. It was an incredible journey for us in many ways.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Humans
