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)
Chapter 8: An Old Friend
The wind whipped through the trees causing them to bend with each gust that was thrown at them. Snowflakes clung to to needles decorating them with a white frosting. The pine tree outside Peter’s room knocked rhythmicly against the cabin’s wall knocking a gentle wake up call. The window stopped the full gust of wind but a small separation between the window and frame allowed the cold wind to brush across Peter’s face as he laid still. He listened for a moment all nestled in bed to the peace of the wind’s whisper.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
Let’s Go Babes!
Holidays are the times for tradition. My mother was one who loved the Holidays with her children. Cookies, shopping and family comes to visit her. One tradition my mother and I had was a evening drive to look at the light shows that homeowners display.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Families
“We” not "Me": Shenanigans
I am one who doesn’t like to fail. I know hurting my foot was not failure, accidents do happen, but I was forced to admit defeat. However, it is still a goal unmet and it is not setting well with me. I have had many pouting moments this past month since my injury. Yet, there was nothing I could do to meet that goal so I have to make peace with that and move the trip.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Geeks
Dear Pope Frances
Dear Pope Frances, Once again, I, Jiibi Kwe, am here coming to talk to you today to ask for help. The Native Americans seek closure and you have the key to unlock the truth in our history. I would like to ask if the Cavatican would release the records that may be encased behind locked doors in regards to the records of the boarding schools. This is a plea for the children and a plea for my culture for justice.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 7: Chavo’s message
The shabby shed was cold and the blankets over Peter kept him warm and safe from the chill around him. Brightness blinded his eyes as the light revealed the room around him was small and cut rude wall supports had spider webs in the corners. He took a deep breath and pulled his sore arm over his chest and pulled himself up to the seated position. He cupped his head into his hands and leaned in and rubbed his eyes to get clearer vision. His left arm trobbed and his hand found a bandage over the ache. With a wiggle of his toes and a shift of the left and right of his rib cage he assessed all his wounds. He could hear a voice speaking in the other room.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
I Please Meet My Alter Ego: Vessa Ull Dottir`
Hello my friends, I would like to introduce you to my alter ego, Vessa Ull Dottir’. I am a Viking maiden, half-breed of god and man. You see the “Ull” is a Viking god of archery and Dottir’ means daughter. Like many people throughout the United States, I too participate in reenactment groups. I was a member with the Society of Creative Anachronism (SCA) for many years. My fellow geeks in history reside in this world and we all can be who we want to be. One event at a time.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Geeks
Chapter 6: United
The wind outside was whipping the leaves off the branches of the trees and they ran past the windshield of the truck in a fury. A cold damp air out made Sarah shiver and she pulled her jacket around her. Flashes of lightning was crackling in the skies as the rain hit hard on the windshield. Sarah reached over to Lyra’s hand and held on tighter. Her breathing quickened but she kept her eyes lowered as she had promised. She could feel the sway of the truck as the wind pushed hard against it.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction