The Silent Madness of Whales

When I was a little girl, I liked to walk down to the landwash to see the bodies of pothead whales. In the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, they often beached themselves on the shoreline of my home in Musgrave Harbour, Newfoundland. My family had to keep the dogs on leashes, otherwise they would tunnel inside rotting whales and roll around. The dogs loved the smell, but we did not.

- opening from my newest published piece: "The Silent Madness of Whales" in The-More-Than-Human-World edition of About Place Journal.

This essay was about two years in the making, made possible by a grant from Pat the Dog Theatre Creation