Sheila L. Chingwa
Bio
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.
Stories (165)
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Two years Growth
Two years ago, I began writing on Vocal to learn new skills, earn extra money, and to grow as an author. I had no idea what would come of all of the effort. Seeing that Vocal requires some computer skills, I was able to adapt to the platform rather easily. However, I developed many new skills that help me to enhance my writing.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Writers
Two Year Review
Two years ago, was my first story posted on Vocal. The writer's challenge has asked the authors to review the first thing we wrote. As I scrolled back through many pages of stories, I smiled at the first writing I made. Two years ago, my first writing was about my daughter.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Writers
Just One
Monday morning of week 12 of self-employment and working from home. Even though I have made great strides in completing my writing goals for Vocal, a media platform for writers, I have found I need to expand my world and become a better freelance writer. My mind has melted away as I have learned the ropes to the new road I am traveling. The past 12 weeks had been challenging yet rewarding.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Writers
Censorship
The reality that the United States is not as free as one think. Art of all forms are often subjected to censorship. I have never heard of a piece of art assult anyone physically. If art offends thee, turn away. Simple means to protect your fluff for brains.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Critique
War Baby
The first year of Maria’s life was as simple as a baby could expect. Ann, Maria’s mother sat on a mat watching her little lady stagger around the new surroundings that come with their camping teepee. Seeing that the tent had been freshly set up, there was no fire lit inside so Maria was safe and sound to wander freely. Ann smiled as she watched the little one stagger around the open space. She had grown so big, and she thought about the passing year.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Chapters
