Jaine Treadwell

Waking at the crack of dawn

Waking at the crack of dawn to the crowing of a rooster gave me a strong sense of place and a real feeling of belonging. ... Read more

So glad I was a rascal

Some things are just best settled with a good punch in the mouth. At least, that’s what I thought when I was growing up. I ... Read more

Spirits in my pockets

My granny’s word stung like a bee and hurt a whole lot more. “Get yourself offa there! You know better than to walk on a ... Read more

The merry month of May

“Mugi, it’s Barbara Allen, not Barbrie Allen,” I would say. She would shake her head and keep singing of that hardhearted Barbrie Allen. Perhaps, it ... Read more

Some holes can’t ever be filled

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into ... Read more