Somethings are better left alone
I wonder sometimes about how we manage our lives and environment. Take, for example, how we treat our wildlife.
Voices
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A new story on the Albany
My nephew Willie Wesley dropped in for a visit recently. He arrived with his wife Delores and their young sons Brayden and Liam.
Blasé away
Lately I was accused of being blasé about certain things, making fun of them and generally not caring about issues that concern us.
So long, Guhkum
About two or three months ago, I had a beautiful dream of Guhkum.
Lest we forget
Kenneth Nicholls was born July 10, 1929, and grew up during the Great Depression.
Pride in the Nation
When you, your business, your organization or your team is recognized for your work it is an exhilarating experience.
Spring delights
The geese fly by, the clouds hang low. Sweat is dripping from my brow as I wipe it for the umpteenth time
Power in unity
As a child I never understood what was going on in the wider world outside my small, isolated community.
Dying in Murder Bay
Recently I came across a podcast by the Anishinaabe comedian, writer and documentary maker Ryan McMahon, who spent a year investigating the spate of unexplained deaths of Indigenous youths in Thunder Bay for the Canadaland website
Artsy Fartsy
The stained cloth to clean up my watercolours had taken a beating again. The art teacher was complaining that the colours don’t mix.