Sheila L. Chingwa
Bio
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
Stories (145/0)
The Junk Yard
The neighborhood where I grew up looks so different today then it did when I was little. You see, when I was little my parents and my grandparents lived in an area that was considered the industrial area of town. One could hear trains coming down the tracks or the jake break from a semi truck groan and complain as it ascends to a factory near by. Today, the area has been improved but most of the factory buildings are no longer running and I only hear a train once a month chugging it’s diesel bootie down the track.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Families
Shenanigan’s and Shipt
I am one of the luckiest people in this world. I have been given four wonderful friends that a person could ever asked for. Recently, at one of our mother’s funeral, I loving said, “No matter what little street rat Becky brought home, she loved us just the same.” We have been unseperateable except distance and life courses. However, each of our spouses knows that when one of us call the other, life stops, privacy is given for the duration of the phone call, no one interrupts the phone session. Yes, we mean that much to each other.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Motivation
Wind Witch
By: Sheila Chingwa The Captive The air bit a Sarah’s nose. Already, the fall weather was in the morning air. Rising early was expected for all of those at the boarding school but the morning bell had yet rung and Sarah was thankful for a moment to herself. She rose up on to her elbow and focused her eyes on the other children laying asleep in their beds. Blankets, nothing more than rags of fabric was gathered in their arms and wrapped tightly around their little bodies as they slept. With a shiver, she flung her feet over the side of the bed and slipped on her shoes and fastened the laces. With a tug, she pulled her blanket over her shoulders and sighed as the warmth sunk in and chased the chill away.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Fiction
The Archivist
While the clocks tick away in the corner of the room, I sit and contemplate the day. With the draw of my vape pen, I notice the shapes forming in the twist and turns of the white clouds and I begin to think about my work. With a sip of coffee and a push of a button on the computer my day begins. Soon I will be so emerged in my work that the world around me disappears.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Humans
Visitor in the Green Light
Two hours had passed since she sipped her quota of morning coffee and nothing had been achieved. The grey day just sucked the energy right out of her body. Nothing screamed at her asking her to clean it, yet, if she put it off, then it would haunt her all week. With a shrug, Lori thought, “I am okay with that. Sometimes, nothing is what you need to do. Perhaps a nap would be in order instead of work.” With a nod, she went and laid back down and pulled a weighted blanket over her and fell asleep.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Fiction
Holiday Homework
“Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies, asses ashes we all fall down.” Giggles and laughter sounded through the air as the three girls fell to the ground. Dandelion parachutes flew up into the air and lofted on the breeze. Each girl laid there watching as the white fluffs as they were tussled about in the wind. Ginger’s orange hair laid tussled in with the green grass all around her. Such perfect color for the perfect holiday, Green and Orange, Halloween.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Fiction