My name is Brian Robeson and I am thirteen years old and I am alone in the north woods of Canada. All
Maybe it was always that way, discoveries happened because they needed to happen.
It stopped him, the idea of giving thanks. At first his mind just stopped and he thought, for what? For the plane crash, for being here? I should thank somebody for that? Then a small voice, almost a...
It must have been a snapper
I fell off a dogsled down a frozen waterfall and landed on sharp ice on a kneecap. It was so agonizing, I thought, seriously, that my heart would stop. But I found that my whole dog team loved and wor...
He did not know how long it took, but later he looked back on this time of crying in the corner of the dark cave and thought of it as when he learned the most important rule of survival, which was tha...
He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him now...He was alon...
Do you like the race so far?’I looked at her, trying to find sarcasm, but she was serious; she really wanted to know. And I thought of how to answer her.I had gotten lost, been run over by a moose, wa...
But perhaps more than his body was the change in his mind, or in the way he was--was becoming. I am not the same, he thought. I see, I hear differently.
All I need is some barbecue sauce, he said aloud, grease dripping down his chin. And a Coke . . .
Y)ou didn't want somebody running around smiling and saying, 'We'll get by,' when the house was on fire; you wanted somebody to yell 'fire!
To him in legal terms how all that he lived in was coming apart—and the breaking and shattering of all the solid things. His home, his life—all the solid things. Divorce. A breaking word,
The burning eyes did not come back, but memories did, came flooding in. The words. Always the words. Divorce.
So this summer, this first summer when he was allowed to have visitation rights with his father, with the divorce only one month old, Brian was heading north. His father was a mechanical engineer who...
If his mother hadn’t begun to see him and forced the divorce, Brian wouldn’t be here now. He
But life has a way of pulling the rug out from under you just when you need it least, which is what they like to call growing, I guess, but as far as I'm concerned you can have it. It seems like every...
All I need is some barbecue sauce, he said aloud, grease dripping down his chin. And a Coke . . . When
None of that used to be in Brian and now it was a part of him, a changed part of him, a grown part of him, and the two things, his mind and his body, had come together as well, had made a connection w...
He widened the hole with his finger and looked inside.