... it is important to me to find books for my daughter that she can relate to as an Indigenous/Nehiyaw Iskwew.
I know Alba is the most sacred thing in my entire world but in my effort to share and curate, I forgot to protect her sacredness.
It breaks my heart that this is happening in her lifetime, and I pray and will work towards a less intolerant future for her, full of more compassion, love, understanding, and acceptance. I have hope.
I remember when I first started "putting myself out there" and setting up photoshoots in my Edmonton apartment I would get extreme anxiety before people would come over. I would think of many ways to cancel. It took all of my willpower not to.
Mid-February. We are curled up on the couch with comforters and coffee. By "we," I mean my daughter and I. She is napping and I am writing. Surreal, I have a daughter. I am a mother.
My uterus is mine, as if every other woman's. What I do with it or what it chooses to do is my business.
Honestly, I had nothing planned and I was just terrified, terrified of meeting new people, and of trying something new.
It took me months, 8 months to be exact, before I would kill my first moose. I'll never forget the feeling. Adrenaline, fear, humbleness in the act itself.
I was scared that it would be lost and that it was important for us to know it if we want our children to learn it it. Thus began our (long) journey to becoming Cree speaking people.
I think one of the reasons I've had a fascination with documenting with photographs is because I have no photographs from my childhood. I have seen less than a handful of baby pictures of myself.