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A red dress hangs in front of the window “Hi, Sorry I’m late!” She slips in the back door. She’s HOME! Tears of relief, sobbing laughter intake of air between cries bodies shaking in disbelief YELLS and CHEERS The walls shake with the words SHE’S HOME! Not missing or murdered… Not Silence Not Unknown But like bad endings… It is only just a dream and I am late posting. Today is not MMIWG day. It’s over. But it is not. Every day is Red Dress Day for families, friends, communiti

I am also an art teacher. When I told my students that their assignment was to create a sculpture with foil paper, masking tape and then...

Check out the article I wrote for Sister Triangle. I love this organization and the space it creates for women.

I walked into Indigo to cash in some gift cards and near the front entrance I saw Miss G and Me in the Diversity section. This was...

Every year on the day of his birth, I write a letter for our firstborn Gordon. Pastel drawing by Robin Adair, illustrator of When He...

I did one of these awhile ago. I might get hooked on this style of poetry. Hello My Name Is Firekeeper's Daughter Sister of My Heart Obviously She Should Talk Voice of the Valley educated Braiding Sweetgrass love & courage Open Heart Simply Open as the stars

It is one day. Sept 30th. But in Canada, Truth and Reconciliation needs to be in our minds and actions every day. But what can I do?...

“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,” Sometimes there is a loss for words. Sometimes there is just loss. We need kindness in...

Look what just arrived in the mail. I am looking forward to reading this. I may have to read it in chunks. From the back cover: "As a...

“Springtime is coming, happiness is here,” is a loose translation of a framed message we received as a gift when we had a student staying...

Noise Hemmed in by a semi and a pick-up truck Flags waving, horns blaring Hanging out their windows I felt momentarily squeezed in by both sides Where are my exits? How many more lights? I tell myself My son, who is sitting in the back, is safe; I am safe, Keep looking ahead, don’t look to your side windows, You are on Eighth Street, in Saskatoon, you are ok. I cannot imagine The weeks of blaring, the constant noise Intrusive, loud, demanding MY RIGHTS, MY FREEDOMS! Is this w

Last year in 2021, 215 little ones were found not far beneath the ground by the Tk'emlúps te Secwépemc First Nation. Ground penetrating radar revealed remains of these children who never made it home from residential school. It was the beginning of an uncovering and deep soul-searching. It wasn't really the beginning. Before this there was knowledge...it is not new. But the undeniable culpability, that became glaring and evident. This injustice that continues to affect our

In the Bible there is a book called Lamentions. The author was crying out for God's justice, acknowledging and weeping for what was wrong in the world. Here is my lament from last year. I probably have some new lamentations this year... A lament: Oh Canada! There are fires burning, A heat dome covers and stretches over parts of you Lives lost in the blistering heat Praying for relief, rains, water Oh Canada! Other fires have been lit in the pain where we sit A dome of shame c

I had a blog a while ago...back when I was newly married and then when my babies were being born. I stopped after my third baby. I think...

I have so many women who have lifted me up and supported me; the first one to do this in my life was and is my mom. She inspires me to...