Word Warrior
The news of the Record no longer being published was upsetting to me as a novice writer. This was a place my pen and I considered home.
Sharing Witness
My Parents’ Gift
You two would have loved reading some of the articles that I have written. One can see how much you two have inspired me .
Get To Know Me
Reconciliation. A long word with many meanings. A word that leads to many interpretations for many of us. As a residential school survivor that has been scarred by my residential school experience, my interpretation of that word is simple.
Faith Walk
As I grew up, I turned away from anything that had to do with religion. The very word reminded me of residential school. Evening prayers and forced Sunday school attendance; I was having none of that in my life.
Untimely Farewells
My middle sister, Pauline and I were sitting around the bedside of our oldest sister, Barbie. There was heavy silence that hung in the air.
My Church, My World
My church is not made of brick and mortar. It does not have hard wooden seats or songbooks. My church is not contained within four walls of a building.
Honouring Mom
I’m thinking of Mother’s Day and residential school. Were there any positive mother figures when I was there?
Day by Day
I am a drunk, a former drunk. Sober by faith. I admit I made mistakes with my children as a young mother.
Horrific History
I hold a picture of my parents in my hand. The picture is faded slightly, but the memories I have of them are very dear.
Walking Together
The house-mother is doing her rounds; the beam of light from her flashlight announces her presence. I have to muffle my cries and pretend to sleep.