I wrote this song last fall. I know the pronunciation isn’t perfect. But that is what happens when you are trying to teach yourself nehiyawewin while living so far away from home — relying on iPhone apps, my Auntie’s Cree language children show and anything else you can get your ears on. But I wrote… Read More

Through the work of Gwyneth Olwen (YourEatopia) and Amber Rogers (Go Kaleo), I have been able to reclaim my body and heal from years of disordered eating (a strategy I used to internalise traumas I experienced as a woman — as an Indigenous woman). I cannot express how grateful I am for those who share… Read More

I’ve come a long way from the fragile woman I was at the height of my anorexia at the age of 19 — 117 pounds, bruises blooming across my hips from the unbearable violence of my backpack straps against my waist. Obsessively counting every calorie that passed my lips; salads without dressing; hours and hours… Read More

I noticed that I was getting overly cynical — fixating on petty conflicts, gossip, and other negative practices or dynamics that don’t add much to my life or to the lives of those around me. So I decided to try ‘positive July’. This month I will consciously make an effort to give thanks for all… Read More

I really love books and articles that discuss the habits of creative people. Since writing and making are usually quite solitary endeavours, it’s always exciting to catch a glimpse of how a creative person uses their time and also how they shape the spaces/environments within which they work. So, I thought I’d share a little taste… Read More

Some really powerful, really beautiful things are currently being written about decolonial love. And I hope people continue to write about decolonising sex, decolonising relationships, decolonising gender roles, decolonising how we are conditioned not to express emotional vulnerability (as a matter of survival in a traumatised, brutal world). But love itself never was, never can… Read More

sitting over a cup of steaming tea, it’s impossible not to imagine all the cups of tea I’ve had in my lifetime. Cups of overly strong Red Rose tea mixed with a generous syrup of white sugar served in the deep green melamine cups my Grandma used to reserve for us grandkids. Tea mixed with… Read More

Not a lot to post about other than my daily attempts to put dissertation text to paper. So rather than procrastinate here with words (save it for the thesis, Todd!), I’ll say it with flowers. Or pictures.