What they said.

“ Hey n****r ”  “ She looks like poop.” “ She is so ugly” “ Brown skin is ugly” “ Your hair is so weird!” Believe it or not, all that and more is what I have heard children in Canada call me in the past 5 years. Just last week I had an interesting…

Just Start!

Sometimes I lie awake at night unable to sleep because my mind is brimming with multiple ideas of things I can create. I think one of the main reasons my creativity is “poppin” is because I am beginning to feel way more settled in doing what I am good at. Another is the encouragement I…

These hands.

There is something about facing the new year that floods me with childhood memories. Nostalgia visits and pulls me into a tight embrace of how things used to be. Not wanting to be left out, realisation whispers in my ear, time waits for no one, soon what is will be then what ? Growing up,…

Boozhoo nindizhinikaaz Shula*

A friend from Pikangikum asked me to visit her 5 month grandchild currently in ICU at the children hospital here in Winnipeg. When I walked into the waiting room, three women from Pikangikum were quietly speaking to each other in Ojibwe. The tone of their voices and distinct facial features brought a longing, unexpected tears…

The King of my heart.

Since the beginning of this month I have been living with my Red Lake family the Nardis/Clocks. Tonight we had supper by the fire and enjoyed what my friend Stephanie said was the last day of summer. For what felt like the hundredth time this month, I gave a heartfelt thanks to Jesus for always…

Where feet fail.*

Memories from a time gone by. T was a slender girl with fine features, average height and mid-length ebony coloured hair that flirted with the wind as she walked. She had a cheerful and shy smile that more often than not she was  self conscious about. Everything about her spoke of a young woman who…