Marriage & Imposed Law
I don’t get weddings. I never have. They always feel forced somehow. I’ve never understood the need for them. If two people are committed to each other, living together, perhaps have children together (which after all is so common these days), then what difference or good would spending a small fortune on a one-day event ...
The Failed Whitewashing of Idle No More
I live in a world where everything ends up completing a full circle when it comes to issues that are of relevance to First Nations people. Or maybe I live in a world where I feel like tires are constantly spinning and where traction is never being reached and forward momentum is never being gained, ...
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A Father’s Agony
It was a beautiful calm day as me and my son Nathan headed out on the lake, we were in a fishing tournament on Lake of the Woods. Our first tournament together. After 50 years of being on the lake and guiding for 30 years I am a careful boater.
Corruption and Injustice – a life and death issue
There is nothing that infuriates me more than injustice and corruption. And when corruption destroys the environment and, at the same time creates injustice, it enrages me.
A Vision of Change
I had a vision. I kept it to myself for a while, then shared it in little moments on Facebook, on Twitter. But it’s time to share it, as undeveloped as it may be, I feel that it’s right. And there’s something in me that won’t allow me to stay silent about it any longer. ...
Silence Is Not Our Mothertongue
Silence is Not Our Mothertongue: Madwewewin, The First Taste of Sound. There is this place called Silence that takes our women by their soft, browned hands and hides them in its long arms and holds them vehemently, wraps these women tightly so tightly and covers their mouths and eyes and feels their strong hearts beating ...
Breaking Ourselves Down to Build Ourselves Back Up
Growing up in the south it has taken me a long time to realize while graduating through various educational institutions, I was never really learning the way I was “suppose to,” but rather I was still learning from an Inuit understanding of education.
Living My Kokum’s Words
When I was a little girl, we went high bush cranberry picking up off Highway 28. I might have been 7 or 8. It was a family day. My Mom and Dad, all us kids, my Kokum (Grandma) as well as my aunts and uncles, who weren’t really all that much older than me were ...
Revolutionary Acts of Non-Violence Disempowers Opposition
Violence is never simple; it is horrific and loaded with long-term devastating consequences. I know this from experience and have lived it up close and personal.
Reclaiming Ourselves One Name at a Time
First Nations, Ojibway, Blackfoot, Indian, Aboriginal, Treaty, Halfbreed, Cree, Status Indian are all fairly familiar English words but none of them are the names by which we, the various Indigenous Peoples, called ourselves in our own languages.
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