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  • Roberta Carly Redford
    Published 3 days ago
    Brother

    Brother

    Okay, yeah. I’m purty settled in now. Is this what they call a easy chair? No? Well, it’s purty easy to set in. Say, is my picture gonna be in your magazine too, or just words? I mostly like to look at the pictures.
  • Kristyn Meyer
    Published 3 days ago
    Why Don’t I Have Friends Like Susan?

    Why Don’t I Have Friends Like Susan?

    Why Don’t I Have Friends Like Susan?
  • Hernán Arteaga
    Published 3 days ago
    Juts Kids!

    Juts Kids!

    That's what it was! Juts KIDS!
  • ArtBerLyn
    Published 4 days ago
    Carving a path to culture

    Carving a path to culture

    To truly understand carving’s role in my life, a little backstory into my family heritage will offer some perspective. My mother is a wonderful woman who filled my childhood with a variety of creative outlets. We enjoyed chilly Canadian nights spinning clay on the pottery wheel in our small townhouse garage, warmed by the mini kiln nearby firing the pieces who’s colours had yet to reveal themselves.
  • ArtBerLyn
    Published 4 days ago
    Mixed Heritage

    Mixed Heritage

    Growing up biracial, I’ve struggled to fight against the sensation of Othering, regardless of which community it came from. In my younger years, my community consisted of my school and my church; not necessarily my neighbouring community. The closest french school was in another district; it also happened to be a catholic school; so neither my school nor my church reflected the diversity of our region.
  • Hope Oldehaver Tuia
    Published 4 days ago
           "Growing up in Paradise"

    "Growing up in Paradise"

    Growing up in Samoa, was a simple, beautiful yet poor life. Go to church every Sunday then followed by bible study sessions which is, I highly doubt you can get out of as it is compulsory within the church as it is to culture. I always had two mates that would pick me up from my house and we'd go together, and I'd never take my siblings because they would always be too much trouble which I regret now because I was harsh on them, not all the time but sometimes. They were little kids, they were too much to handle for me aha. Go to school and repeat, do the work as well as do the teachers lunch chores every time the lunch bell rings. Afterwards we clean up, wash the dishes after school. But it always depends on who the teachers pick, which was sadly always me and my friends. Our principal had a habit of picking on me and my mates and always unavoidable. On our way home after school, its a task to drop of our teachers school work as they stay behind school. We get home, do our chores and repeat the whole cycle but fun was never a problem. That's why our childhood was fun and added with a little bitterness. And after that I would walk to our uncle's shop and come back with groceries and leaving him with a big tap hehe,but it was OK because he was our family.
  • Bakhtawar
    Published 4 days ago
    I Would Rather Be Ruined Than Change: My confession

    I Would Rather Be Ruined Than Change: My confession

    “We would rather be ruined than changed
  • Kathleen Elizabeth Comfort-Steinbaecher
    Published 4 days ago
    Numb

    Numb

    After this weekend, I realize that while my heart cries out and my tears fall, I still am in disbelief that my Joey is gone. Memories, like the one above will never be made again....that, doesn't compute in my brain. As much as I KNOW these times are gone, my brain still refuses to accept it. Someone who recently lost their child asked me if the numbness is "normal?" Normal....what exactly is that? We wonder if we are grieving correctly... what is the "proper" way to grieve?
  • Barbara Gray
    Published 4 days ago
    Positive

    Positive

    When I was 20 I got pregnant.