Riverrun has always been one of my favourite words. Our summer cottage is on an island in the middle of the magestic (rivers are riddled with visual cliches) St. Lawrence River at one of its wider points. We can see the Adirondacks from there; my kids and most of their friends grew up there, like tribes who came home for food, sleep and rain refuge. Much of my work is steeped in river water: during relaxation exercises, I used to take my drama students underwater to mystical worlds that were really in the sky. So, a river of words; so, run, riverrun.

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