Sheila L. Chingwa
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Welcome to my world.
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I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
Stories (146/0)
When Wonder Woman Falls
Amazing, women are. Each one of us has our own super powers. We learn to be daughters, siblings, friends, work woman, support persons, nurses and mothers, wives and so many other titles. We are a part of the family foundation that other's depend on. We become our own Wonder Woman.
By Sheila L. Chingwaabout a month ago in Families
Well Intended Gifts
Years ago. my husband bought me a set of golf clubs for my birthday. I had no idea I wanted to learn how to golf, but there I was looking at a glimmering new set for my birthday. What does one say when say when you receive a gift that is far from the "that fits me perfectly" gift. He smiled and said, "Now we can play golf and spend more time with each other." I was disappointed with his well intended gift.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 months ago in Art
Little Crock
One little, two little, three little Indians. Four little, five little six Indians. Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians. Ten little Indian boys and girls. The songs of my youth and yet, add in the eleventh little Indian and you would have my family. Six boys and five girls made up my family. A large Indian family we were.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 months ago in Families
Omission is not Love
Omission doesn't belong in love stories. Unrequited love caused my first spouse to betray his heart and settle with me. Had I known this fact, I wouldn't have given him my heart and two children. He hid his past for ten years before his heart betrayed him when she showed up at the restaurant. The moment she showed up, his eyes glistened and never left her. In a ten minute visit with her, his wife and children disappeared as she and he chatted with each other. The blushing beauty chatting with my husband made me realize that he never let her go. He omitted his love for another as he built a life with me.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 months ago in Humans
Hills, Both ways.
In our day, we had to go to school, uphill, both ways. City kids had no bus to protect us on our way to school. We became tough winter warriors in the trenches of the winter battles. Heavy winter jackets, bread wrapper lined boots, hand knitted mittens and scarves protected our little beings.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 months ago in Fiction
Today's Hungry Hollow
History is so strange. Every time a person, or historian who reports on history has their own story. Bill Dunlop wrote his own personal history in his published book, Hungry Hollow. His history had become mine. After a generation later, the book was written about the neighborhood I was born in. My memoirs would not look like his for my history is different than his.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 months ago in Families
Comfort Food
Yesterday, I was walking around the house with a little black cloud raining emotions all over me. The diagnosis of cancer could be very real and I settled down in my recliner with the ominous thoughts reeling in my head. Oddly, I don't feel like the diagnosis will be cancer, but I know the doctor wouldn't say it if it wasn't a possibility.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 months ago in Families
Just a Moment
I have never been so happy as to hear my grandbaby downstairs screaming her head off as her mother wraps her in her blanket for the afternoon nap. I listen to the banter her momma says as she wraps her daughter in her nice warm blanket like a burrito. Nap time will bring about a bit of silence and a bit of happiness for a few hours.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 months ago in Families
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