Lost Between Brown and White: the Mom Who Raised Me Up

Moving from my father, I consider my mother’s impact on me. My relationship with her was always strained. She spent a lot of time trying to make me into society’s image of what a “good’ole lil’white boy” was supposed to be. My mother was an avid disciplinarian. Her favourite instrument was the wooden spoon. A [...]

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Lost Between Brown and White: My Blood Relatives

Let’s start with the very beginning, where my blood begins, because it is this mystery that is the root of my identity. I was born to a poor-woman who was ditched by my biological father before I was born. I know nothing of my biological father. Not even his name. Not a single word about [...]

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Lost Between Brown and White: An Ode to My Father

Now to understand the type of home I grew up in, one needs to contrast the contradictions of my father. At one end this was a man who took joy in preparing squirrel pelts and at other times what the most rules bound and state indoctrinated person I have ever met. One of the lasting [...]

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Tobacco Offering Protocol

This is a guideline for offering tobacco to Indigenous folks developed with Anishinaabeg near the Forks of the Red and the Assiniboine Rivers. It would be best to consult with local people to find out if the particulars are different. But this is a good starting point. 1. (a) Acquire Tobacco – it can be [...]

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