When our children were young, my husband, Michael, had one strict rule. No colouring books! He was adamant that their creative expression not be confined within the “lines” of pictures conceived and drawn by someone else.
As I turned the last page of Angeline Schellenberg’s latest poetry collection, Mondegreen Riffs, I sat back and exhaled. I am always looking for beauty. I found it in every word of this glorious collection.
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I’m sad I never got to golf with my dad
This weighs heavily on me. I did ask my father to go hit some balls a few times this summer, but he just shook his head, and I let it go. Now, that it’s too late, I’m cursing myself for not pushing more. He’s 86. How many more chances did I think I would have? […]
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#my3words for 2025
While I haven’t gotten to #my3words every year, for some reason, it feels imperative for 2025. Read on to learn why.
The scene outside my window beckons me to come out and play… away from screens, devices, and other distractions.
In Zulu, a primary greeting is Sawubona, which means “I see you.” In Ojibwe, it translates to Giwaabamin. We all need to be seen and heard. Sometimes this requires us looking beyond our own perceptions and misconceptions to see what is truly possible.
All the comings and goings of life sometimes make us just want to stay in the place we’re in.
While it can sometimes feel hopeless, there’s a place in the world of words for all of us.
We all need help at times, but sometimes it’s hard to ask for it…and sometimes it’s hard to give.
My eldest child, Everette (they/he) is a force to be reckoned with – always has been. To say they are my pride and joy would be an understatement.
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Welcome Home
The Sagkeeng Sundance “Family” gathered for a photo after the ceremony, held this past June. You can find me, in my beautiful skirt, off to the right.
Several years ago, new to living in Kenora full-time, I joined a group of passionate people who had just helped defeat an anti-loitering bylaw that would have made homelessness a crime. Over the past few years, sadly things have not improved for those living on the streets as evidenced by the growing number of people […]
A quiet new year’s evening with just the two of us was inspiration to think about where I’ve been and where I hope to go.
I’ve been thinking a lot about home this past year – the home that lives in our hearts and for many of us, the place of belonging that shelters and welcomes us when we need it most. (Pssst…this is actually the main theme of a poetry collection I’m writing for release in 2024!) Over the […]
“As survivors we talk with our scars, ask us about our scars, we’ll talk to you about them.” This was one of the powerful statements that emerged during the Azhe-mino gahbewewin/Reconciliation Kenora Research Project and Debwewin Truth Project meeting, held at the Super 8 in Kenora, Ontario on Thursday, October 12.
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A lesson in love
The image of my childhood school burning the ground has stirred something in my heart.