Apparently, frequent use of the word "sorry" ranks as a distinguishing mark of a Canadian. Who knew, eh? Expressions of regret are not just a Canadian quirk. Some research into the frequency...
My faith is under attack. While COVID-19 pummels the body, my soul feels under siege. My ability to trust strains under the load of all the things I do not know. Some days, some hours are better ...
Hope is a big deal for me. Two reasons. One is a son whose continues to battle opioid addiction and for whom this season does not seem to hold much light. Grandchildren are the other. Both ...
I don’t know if this story is true, if I dreamt it or wished it into being. But I know the imagery arose during a conversation with my son, Caleb, about the rough patch ahead in his quest to be free o...
“I don’t feel like I belong.” It has taken me a long time to appreciate the power of that statement of Caleb’s. For many years, I downplayed the volcanic power of this cry because I confused...
I grew up extremely curious but cautious. I did not have very many places to really see or experience native culture, or at least First Nations culture on the prairies. A lot of the art and expe...
Last week I was given the opportunity to express my needs to a group of elders, lawyers and a judge. I’m very thankful for that opportunity and am even more grateful for the feeling that my voice...
I am sitting in the judgment seat at the gate at the entrance to the ancient city of Dan. The tradition goes back thousands of years. The king would go to the gate of the city and there decide wh...