Walking about and anthills
Sitting down one sunny summer afternoon in a park can sometimes bring about some humbling thoughts. Sitting there, you notice those others that take in the advantage of a warm summer afternoon.
Sitting down one sunny summer afternoon in a park can sometimes bring about some humbling thoughts. Sitting there, you notice those others that take in the advantage of a warm summer afternoon.
I haven’t been one to get festive for the holiday season. I don’t think I’ve ever put out a Christmas tree or décor in my apartment. I don’t recall having put a turkey in the oven while caroling a few tunes, No Boney M to report (or to hark away) while I don myself in a festive sweater either.
The REZ radio sits on top of the entertainment centre; its obsolete cassette player is a gentle reminder of when Duran Duran or “Thriller” were on the top of my playlist.
Today, in my Aunty’s place, it strums out an acoustic guitar along with an Anishinabe voice, singing out the familiar Anishinabe language.
Maachestan, the Cree word for the annual spring river ice breakup, is happening all along the James Bay coast. This is a very important time of year for...
I was proud to see First Nation youth representing our northern homelands on the international stage this past month at the United Nations. Jeronimo...