Symbols of power
From the roof of the Nation’s building in Montreal – where we would sometimes escape for a smoke and a beer before building management took exception
From the roof of the Nation’s building in Montreal – where we would sometimes escape for a smoke and a beer before building management took exception
The large space rocket blasts off into the heavens. It’s 1969 and the space race is on
I’ve been writing columns for two years and a half in the Métro Montréal newspaper. During that time, I have had my fair share of hateful comments, racist insults and online harassment.
My mother paddled her way to the nursing station that late spring back in 1959
The tale of Kashechewan First Nation is one of woe, regret, promises of a better tomorrow but little real action
Far too often, even up here in northern Ontario wonderful young people are passing away because they took a drug so powerful they had no way of knowing it would kill them.
The smell of spring is here. The snow buntings are everywhere and birds are flocking in large numbers, in particular, the elusive ptarmigan.
I haven’t seen any posts about the first goose taken in any of the Cree communities of Eeyou Istchee.
I look at my calendar and see that it is rather crowded with appointments, meetings, travel, calls and conferences