I recently finished reading The Theory of Crows by David A. Robertson, and I didn't expect it to affect me as deeply as it did. I started the book simply wanting to read, but by the end, I found myself thinking about grief, family, land, and my own healing journey. There were several moments in the story that brought up memories of my great aunt Gail, who I lost last year to bladder cancer. Grief can be strange. You can be going through your everyday life thinking you're okay

Last night I met a Non-Indigenous Caucasian artist who proudly told me they create “Aboriginal art”…. (Did you’re body tense up?) That wording immediately stood out to me. As an Indigenous person, “Aboriginal” is not a word I personally use to describe myself. For many Indigenous people today, terms like First Nations, Inuit, Métis, or Indigenous are more commonly used. Then she showed me her artwork. I recognized imagery connected to the creation story , so I star