While being in the presence of Indigenous people in Canada I was reminded of the importance of a personal story that fits within the collective story of a family and a people. It is what is being lost and … Continue reading →
My story actually begins long before I arrived on the scene. I have learned that my heritage affects much of who I am and the world views I hold are influenced by my parents and their parents and those before … Continue reading →
A child of India’s villages knows the magic of dust. It gently sifts down in a golden shimmer covering everything with fairy dust. “Out of the dust; now! You naughty child! How can I take you to the bazaar now? … Continue reading →
