Dedicated to my auntie, (Image from the 90's, how I will always remember her. She was 70 when she passed) I can't explain what it's like to lose pillars of your life. All the core people that held so many memories. They knew the versions of you that no one knows. It's just me now, but it's not. Native American heritage video series: The Aunties Role Follow the link to watch: Indigenizing Safe Sex with Glitz, Glam, and Honest Aunties Even some of our 2Spirits have auntie...

One whole year. Sometimes fall catches me off guard. One day it’s all so green, next, the leaves are blowing all around you. It was one year last month since my mother passed. It was a difficult month. Lost in thought. Lost in memory. I remember too much every day. I don’t cry enough. Maybe I am still in shock that Creator had taken everyone I cared for the most away from me. From us. I think of funny memories. And I get snapped back into the now. I think to myself, “everyone

For me, Some Red flags I See Are When I see First Nations make these arguments: -imagine someone decolonizing and they don't even speak...

My mother passed away mid-September. She was 72. She had a lot of underlining conditions. As usual, I write about my experiences as a...