Sheila L. Chingwa
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Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
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.
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Chapter 14: Snow Storm
Ralph sat on the top of the hill keeping watch of the cabin below. He watched the children follow the silly crow lead them to the cabin. He laughed as he watched the silly bird dance across the snow as he led the children through the valley. He watched the crone greet the children and smiled as he smelt the clove laced tobacco loft up through the air from her pipe. Ralph watched them walk into the cabin and sat in amazement as the dark cloudy day transformed into a bright sunny day. After a moment, he watched the door open and watched the ghostlike figures depart from the cabin. He smiled as the children safely emerged and walked to their cabin. All was safe.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 14: The Crone
A dark cloud covered morning was churning in the sky. The wind shifted the clouds in swirling patterns. Chavo knocked on Sarah's door and peeked inside at Sarah who was lingering under the warm covers of her bed. He smiled at her all snuggled up to a hand sewn doll that Verna made for her.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
A Basement Arcade
History, mine to be exact, has roots in the small northern town of Petoskey, Michigan. My home town offered the perfect combination for me. I could explore nature trails, go swimming off the break wall, fish for the day, or go and visit friends at the local hangout. One establishment I relished visiting was the Silver-Cue.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Families
Chapter 13: Winter’s Works
The cabin became very busy with people coming to bring supplies. It was clear to Sarah that the group of them were bedding down for the winter. Supplies lined shelves and the children sat in awe at the abundance in front of them. They were safe and secure in the cabin.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 12: The Council.
Marcus and Lyra met Jamison and Jacob in the hallway of the council chamber. They arrived early so they settled down in the hallway to discuss the night’s events. Their story must be shared accurately so there would be possible assistance with the care of the kids. However, they did not call the council, the agency did so they all sat there with concern.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 11: Wizard’s Winter
The next morning the three ladies prepared a wonderful breakfast and the children ate with vigor. Eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast fortified the youth. Lyra, Mary and Verna watched the children eat so fervently that they feared there wouldn’t be enough food for Markus’ breakfast.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 10: Chavo’s Story
Slurps of tea were heard as a plate of cookies floated from person to person. Markus set a few more logs on the fire causing the fire to spirt crackling noise. The moment was calming as the sage kept burning in the center of the table to assist in calming the assembled group.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 9:
The silence of the the forest encased the cabin in peace. Dragonfly and Peter sat next to the fire to warm themselves. In the distance, the wolves were howling in the moonlit night. Their singing was eerily comforting to Peter. The animal songs of the night was in full force and echoed through the trees. Yet, the wind rested and the snow drifted around the cabin.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 8: An Old Friend
The wind whipped through the trees causing them to bend with each gust that was thrown at them. Snowflakes clung to to needles decorating them with a white frosting. The pine tree outside Peter’s room knocked rhythmicly against the cabin’s wall knocking a gentle wake up call. The window stopped the full gust of wind but a small separation between the window and frame allowed the cold wind to brush across Peter’s face as he laid still. He listened for a moment all nestled in bed to the peace of the wind’s whisper.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Let’s Go Babes!
Holidays are the times for tradition. My mother was one who loved the Holidays with her children. Cookies, shopping and family comes to visit her. One tradition my mother and I had was a evening drive to look at the light shows that homeowners display.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Families
“We” not "Me": Shenanigans
I am one who doesn’t like to fail. I know hurting my foot was not failure, accidents do happen, but I was forced to admit defeat. However, it is still a goal unmet and it is not setting well with me. I have had many pouting moments this past month since my injury. Yet, there was nothing I could do to meet that goal so I have to make peace with that and move the trip.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Geeks
