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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Snow Day: Old Lady Style
Snow is falling outside this morning. As I sit here under my comfy blanket, I watch as big clumps of white snow lofts down and settle on the hand railing. A blanket of white covers the land making the morning feel clean and new. A good way to start a day. I have a snow day.
By Sheila L. Chingwa12 months ago in Families
Best Christmas Ever
Adult children. I have two. Both would fit on the spectrum and both have ADD and my son ADHD. I myself, would fit on the spectrum somewhere but I have learn some coping skills to assist me through daily life. However, for the first time in many years we were able to have the Holiday season together and I got to look at my children in a whole new light.
By Sheila L. Chingwaabout a year ago in Families
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. Chingwa2 years 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. Chingwa2 years 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. Chingwa2 years ago in Families
