In the Anishinaabe Migration Story, alcohol is the last and most evil of the four evil gifts that Short Bear Ribs brought home from his trip back east, where he met two ugly, smelly “red-face bear men.” who had built a square wigwam made of tree-trunks. Continue reading
There is so much death and suicide surrounding us. These are bits and pieces of my story that I have written over the years at my most desperate times. I am not proud of the fact I have struggled with suicidal thoughts and attempts, but I know I am not alone. Continue reading
In 2013, when we originally launched as Arming Sisters, we had a blog called Stories of Strength. Continue reading
from the earth woman
i know as i watch our mother be prodded emptied, taken away for profit and greed,
the same things are happening to you
too many times to count
names spilling from paper records and recollected memories
onto the streets into drains and continue to grow the sea
whos keeping count? Continue reading
Baby Girl, I never knew what it was to be loved as a child. Because of that I was never sure if I would ever be able to give or be loved in the future. I knew from as far back as I can remember that I wanted to have a child of my own. Even though I wasn’t always sure I would or wanted to live to bear a child of my own. Continue reading
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