I have always been a dog lover. It’s something about those cute floppy ears & the way they wag their tail to signify just how much they love you. Their love is unconditional, & I’ve often found myself saying that we don’t deserve dogs. (Side note: it always confused me when men are referred to as dogs because the love & loyalty of dogs is unmatched).
I am not dirty, I'm Ojibwe...
I experienced racism at 5 years old but I didn't know what it meant back then. Looking back now, it was ignorance and I forgave them, but that still doesn't make it okay.
Your Story is My Favourite Story
I’ve always felt my age to be an indescribably liminal thing. If I were to be completely unfiltered about it, I’d say it’s like I’m 5 and 60 years old at the same time: both pressed by the weight of responsibility and maturity of someone twice my age (my life required me to grow up pretty quickly) and then seemingly in the next breath or day dream a rambunctious hyper little kid that wants to do and be everything and seize all that life has to offer in one firestorm of a moment. Or one firestorm of a sentence.
Scissors for Life
When we hear the phrase 'Life saving' we immediately think 'Doctor' or 'Paramedic' and we often forget about the little guys. I am a lifeguard by trade, and by hobby a Lifeguard instructor. An under estimated profession, as we are often looked at as lazy baby sitters and act as janitors for the pool. The unknown skill hidden behind these two facades are indeed exactly what you want to have sitting in that chair, watching you swim in that pool, where nothing ever happens. This if often when, something does happen.
The Secret of joy
Start writing... The Secret to Joy So first of all, I would like to say that it is more than possible to find a much deeper connection
Confessions of a Serial Mover
You can make a lot of mistakes while moving. Picking up heavy objects, parking moving trucks, there are just so many ways for things to go terribly wrong. By now I’ve made just about all the mistakes you can imagine. Except for breaking dishes. That’s the only area I have a spotless record: Thirty-three moves, not a single broken dish! I’ve probably doomed myself with this post. Hold on while I go investigate the sound of mysteriously breaking china...
Happiness through stories
Because I am slimy and I am green. No one could ever love a sight unseen” That was the final line of the first and last story that I can remember putting out into the world. I was in mr. Thomas’ fifth grade class and we were promoted to write a story to try to get published in the school newspaper. I had been writing stories for as long as I could remember so this was my time to shine. The story ended up winning an award and it was sent to a local publication which was sent out to all of the schools in the district. This was so amazing to me but also secretly terrifying because I grew up as an immigrant in Phoenix Arizona and that came with hidden traumas that I didn’t get to heal until I was older and thanks to those traumas, I tried to stay under the radar as much as possible. This meant writing and illustrating during recess at lunch and immersing myself in fantasy worlds that I would never share with others. Thanks to my stories I’ve been a wave in the ocean jumping to reach the moon, I’ve been a cloud in the sky, in love with a flower, sending raindrops as gifts, and in this particular story I was a lagoon who was once well loved, but forgotten and dirty. I didn’t realize it then, but I also felt like that lagoon. Alone, disgusting and unloveable. The only thing I had was a ballpoint pen and a piece of paper.
Jailed By a Snowflake
As of the writing of this article, I am in Facebook jail for twenty four hours. Now, before you defend the actions of Facebook and give me hate for violating the terms of service, allow me to explain the situation to you. Furthermore, while I will be justifying my cause, I have accepted the consequences for my actions and want to make this article about a deeper social issue: Taking offense for the wrong reasons.
I'm a homebody. My home is my castle. My zodiac sign is Cancer, the crab, who can't survive without the protection of its shell. My surroundings reflect nearly every aspect of who I am. I'm steeped in nostalgia, sentiment, and memories, good and bad. I've kept the ticket stubs to every concert I've ever attended. I have photos dating back to the time of Instamatic cameras and journals from age 15 on. I've always imagined my own home as a funky, eclectic showcase of my experiences, compulsive collecting, and love of design in all its incarnations.
Creating My Mantra
He set my car on fire once a few days after i had left him one time.It was about 2am and I was sleeping with my daughter. I woke up to my next door neighbour screaming “ Shadae your car, Shadae call the fire brigade!!” The car was parked about 30m from where we slept.
Hashtag I want to be famous, or at least that's what the world seems to be following. Everyone wants to make money the easy way and not put in the effort of having actually get to the point of being lazy and making money. Some people are lucky and come from generations of wealth, others not so much. Me? Well I come from the middle, some where down the line my family were slaves and one side became wealthy and the other stayed in a loop. I as a black female am caught making sure I don't stay in that loop, so I share with the world who i am. Not for money either, just for the fact that I know there are other people out there like me, no matter what color there skin. People who want to show their art skills in many different forms. My vision is to just be me and express myself in as many different ways I can think of. For my knowledge we are on this planet for something, so why not do everything, or at least as much as you can. I want the world to know, that you don't have to be like pewdiepie or beyonce or jimi Hendricks to have validation of any kind and as a new mom I want my story told to encourage those moms that feel as if they world isn't there to help them. We are so lucky to live in this time of existence that you can upload your life just by a push of a button and someone will see it and feel it, that to me is true art. Think back to when the world didn't have phones or even records life was full of up coming artists who had true motivation because they weren't stuck behind a screen. I want to teach that again but renovate it for modern life, so that creativity is not that and you don't have to mimic someone else just because what they are doing seemed to work for them. We are not the same, if we were then life would be boring and we wouldn't have any great artwork every.
The Time I was Homeless...It Really Happened.
At the beginning of 2020, I became homeless. On New Year's day, my daughter and I were kicked out of the place we were living, where we had been for a few years. One thing I never thought would happen, happened at that moment. Of course, we got to stay until the next day because no where was open on a holiday, but the very next day, we went to get help since we no longer had a place to stay.