This letter is intended for Premier Scott Moe, but I have made it an open letter so anyone who cares to read it will be aware of what has been done to my community of Lone Rock, Sk. Mr. Scott Moe, I have emailed you previously on this issue and was sent a response from … Continue reading An Open Letter to Premier Scott Moe Upon the Occassion of the Callous Destruction of My Community
Dr. Bryce wrote a report in 1908 that stated for the period between 1892 and 1908, the annual death rate from all causes for children in residential schools was 8000 deaths per 100000 children.
I guess this will be diving straight into TMI territory, but I want to tell you what I was thinking about as I looked at a box of clotrimazole external cream this morning. My first thought went something like, "Of course they thought the box should be pink. We all know pink is the favourite … Continue reading My Vagina is More of a Blue Box– Bigger on the Inside: Some Thoughts on the Pink Tax
Continuing with the idea of providing links for my readers to blogs about the intersections of marginalisation, I am going to link articles from Autistic Hoya - A blog by Lydia X. Z. Brown
I would like to provide my readers links to pages about the intersections of marginalisation, starting with INtersected: Ability, Race, Color, Religion, National Origin, Gender, Sexual Orientation, Gender Identity
Four days out from the American election, I was speaking to my grandmother on the phone. She grew up in England in the years leading up to World War II. Her father passed away when she was ten years old from damage to his lungs he'd sustained in a gas attack during World War I. … Continue reading Marching towards….
When I tell you my shadow is gone, what I really mean is I have lost my light. From the moment I found her, she was my shadow and my light. She was standing on the side of the road in a snow storm. I pulled over and approached slowly, not wanting to scare her … Continue reading Furbaby Grief
One hot summer day my grandfather was working in the yard on his farm. Although the specific year and date has long since been forgotten, aspects of what happened help frame the events within a broad time period. Life on the farm was slow. It wasn’t uncommon for a whole week to go by without … Continue reading Social Positioning as a White Settler Female
In the newest installment of what I like to call, "This Might be How America Ends," Trump half-listened to what was being said at today's White House Coronavirus press briefing and then summarized it in a wildly irresponsible way.
An article on how Whiteness continues to be weaponized in our society