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  • Remembering “The Doc”

    (Because It Is the Right Thing to Do) A Note on Language and Respect: In the Anishinaabe (Ojibwe) language, the suffix -ban is added to the names of those who have passed on to the Spirit World. It is a way of honoring their memory, acknowledging that they are no longer here in the physical…

    December 26, 2025
  • The Indian Agent in the Mirror: Why “Pretendian Hunting” is Modern Day Indian Agent Work

    Author’s Note on LanguageThis essay critiques the practice of “Pretendian hunting.” The term “Pretendian,” a colonial word created by blending “pretend” and “Indian,” is harmful and reductive, and it appears here only when necessary to name the phenomenon under critique. My goal is to move beyond this label entirely, toward a way of seeing grounded…

    December 25, 2025
  • Blog: Early Morning Musings

    It’s 4 AM, and I’m currently debating whether I should be out walking my daily 8 km or practicing anishinaabemowin. My early morning walks typically take me about 90 minutes to 2 hours, and that is usually about 90% of my entire free time for the day. (I’ve realized for some time now that this…

    November 20, 2025
  • Prayer

    Wiidookawishig indaanikoobijiganag. Help me, my ancestors. Noondawishig noongom. Hear me today. Ningitimaagiz. I am pitiful. Wiidookawishig. Help me. Niwiisagendam. I am hurting emotionally. Ninandawendam ji-wiidookawiyeg. I need you (all) to help me. Wiidookawishig indaanikoobijiganag. Help me, my ancestors. Ningitimaagiz. I am pitiful. Wiidookawishig. Help me.

    November 19, 2025
  • Aanikoobijigan: A Reflection on Time, Trauma, and Responsibility

    I’m 8.7 kilometers into my walk, and a thought has settled into my stomach, and has migrated into a lump in my throat. I take a few deep breaths and process these thoughts. We often speak of ancestors as if they belong solely to the past. As if their stories are behind us, or stories…

    November 16, 2025
  • A Simple Anishinaabe Man

    Before the sun returned There was darkness And in the darkness is where I dwelt For a lifetime and a year **my future self wept echoes of tears** But those tears were not for nothing, They watered the ground where my roots lay sleeping. And in their echo, I heard a sound returning, baadwewidang ~They…

    November 13, 2025

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