...my own, beside the Petitcodiac in Moncton, N.B.
It feels so good to see a tidal river again!
All that red mud...
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An ongoing experiment exploring what it's actually like in others people's shoes: the shoes of a friend, a child, a parent, an ex-partner, an activist, a stranger, a neighbor, an artist, a computer scientist, a senior, a carpenter, a deceased person, a crush, shoes found by the side of the road, the shoes of a farmer...and perhaps your own.
A day in your shoes.
I explained this project to my grandmother, who my brother and sister and I call Mama Jean. I asked her if she could send me some shoes: "I want to see what it's like in other people's shoes," I said. Mama Jean replied, "I can tell you what it will be like--painful! Can't you just pretend?" We both laughed.
She agreed to send me some shoes.
And you can, too, if you'd like.
I'll treat them well.
She agreed to send me some shoes.
And you can, too, if you'd like.
I'll treat them well.
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"If you live long enough, you will get to be in everybody's shoes."
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