Writing which reveals the truth of Indigenous motherhood: it is the ultimate weapon in destroying colonialism through the tenderness, and wildness, of Indigenous truth and love.
In our traditional kinship systems, children were the at the center of the family system. Everything we did was with, and for, the children. Women had babies on their back, breasts, and hips while they were skinning and tanning hides, gathering water and wood, cooking, harvesting berries and medicine, and everything in between. Older children … Continue reading Traditional Indigenous Kinship Practices at Home: Being Child-Centered During the Pandemic
It’s at every political “Indian” meeting. It’s at the round tables, the dialogues, and the discussions. Their behaviours are steeped in it. It’s in the way they speak, how they carry themselves, the way they look or stare. Fundamentally, it’s the idea that because one is an indigenous male in colonial politics, camouflaged as “Indian … Continue reading To the “Old Boys Club:” F*** your Patriarchy
I never want to be seen as an equal to settler society. Nor do I ever want to be seen as an equal in the eyes of the colonizer. And I never want to be seen as “successful” within colonial systems. It started when I was young. It was lurking in the beginning stages of … Continue reading I never want to be seen as an equal to settler society.
This is the most personal blog post I have ever written. It shares my experiences of losing my mother while becoming a mother. It shares my experiences of grief, postpartum depression, the mixture of both, the insanities I felt, and most importantly, the love I held onto despite it all. It was during two transformative … Continue reading Losing My Mother while Becoming a Mother: Grief and Motherhood