Grave concerns
Canada’s continuing embarrassment over the discovery of unmarked graves tied to residential schools continues.
Canada’s continuing embarrassment over the discovery of unmarked graves tied to residential schools continues.
There’s no place like home. We’ve heard that phrase all our lives, so often we usually don’t even pause to consider its importance.
I sat out admiring the lake on a warm summer afternoon the other day. Although it was only four o’clock and the sun would not set for another five hours, I was in full view of a reddish orange globe hanging in the sky.
Bears can be like ornery big brothers at times. In the North at this time of year we often see our bros in action, usually at the local dump. They tend to congregate there to gorge on the leftovers from our feasts.
I will reach my third year of sobriety at the end of July. I still believe it was the best decision I’ve ever made to honour and respect myself.
I’m driving my granddaughter around the beach for no other reason than just to get out of the house and enjoy life. We stop and the little one takes off towards the shore, then turns around in joy squealing to get away from the small waves that gently wash up onto the sands where the Great Whale River meets Hudson Bay.
The fallout from the recent discoveries of unmarked graves of children who attended residential schools in Canada has far-reaching consequences and a variety of responses.
It would be a dismal world without chickens. What would replace them, one could wonder? There could be an episode on some nature TV channel imagining the world waking up one day without chicken.
This has been a worrisome month. After a year and a half of dealing with the Covid-19 pandemic, like everyone else I was hoping that things would be getting back to normal by now after our world shut down.
This editorial is the one that comes around time and time again. In Kamloops, the unmarked graves of 215 children were discovered. Shock, surprise and outrage spread across the country and the world.