Was listening to a rebroadcast yesterday of Unreserved on CBC. The best description I can find of the show comes from their website: Unreserved is the radio space for Indigenous community, culture, and conversation. Host Rosanna Deerchild takes you straight into Indigenous Canada, from Halifax to Haida Gwaii, from Shamattawa to Ottawa, introducing listeners to the …

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can I embrace the things the things that make me me can I allow myself to fail to fail at making me me can I forgive the things the things that made me me can I allow myself to accept to accept what makes me me perfectly imperfect  

Can we talk about words for a minute? A long minute. This week, I spent time up north doing chores, a bit of swimming and SUPing, but mostly reading and writing. I read Beirut Hellfire Society by Rawi Hage, not in one sitting but pretty darn close. Hage is originally from Beirut, and his novel …

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This weekend, I submitted a short story to a “small magazine with an international reputation” and part of the submission process was to submit a short biographical statement. I was stumped. Honestly, writing a piece, having it critiqued (repeatedly) by my peers and instructors, and editing it (repeatedly) was easier than coming up with a …

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Life is a cycle, right? Sometimes it’s like laundry – you find you are doing the same thing again and again. There are also life events that start and finish over and over, yet the in between is different. Take school. Over the past 17 years, I’ve had many beginnings and endings regarding schooling and …

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the squishy moss on the rock God’s carpet he asked a sweet memory made the sound of the rain tapping its messages on the steel roof the fog rolling, cotton over the still water enveloping my board the loon calls out I am nearby this is home the lily pads return blanketing the bay white …

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I have a complicated set of emotions around the word ‘dad’. I did not grow up with my own father in my life and when I did get to know him, the mysteries of who he was, the fantasy of who I thought he was – nothing got resolved in the few years we had …

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My hubby is a kid at heart. It’s not that he’s never grown up – he takes responsibility seriously. But, he also takes his fun pretty seriously. Like cycling up mountains in Taiwan. Like he thinks it’s fun to get up at the crack of ridiculous and go out on his bike before work. He …

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