This poem is in honor of words spoken to me by my . Wednesday, February 10, 2010. This poem is in honor of words spoken to me by my Sister Deborah. Our Ancestors cry out to us in words for us to hear. They hear the words spoken on the land ,they see the death brought to our loved ones and Mother Earth. And we feel the turmoil in and surrounding Mother Earth.

Social Commentary from Saint John, NB. A transplanted Albertan now living in Saint John, NB and LUVIN IT! I have been here for 2 years now and have some funny insights about the differences of mindset between the west and the maritimes. I write a social commentary, peppered with as much humour as I can muster up on any given day. I post pretty much daily so come and visit often. I live with my husband who is a wonderfully talented photographer and our two rascally cats Fundy and Pugsley.

but the newspaper deserves the help. Monday, April 10, 2006. Walter Reed Army Medical Center - Twice victims. Published Sunday, April 9, 2006. Arguable sins of Americans? .

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This blog is in suspended animation. HOW WOMEN TEACHERS CAME TO BE. September 15, 2007 by vivek khemka.