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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Old Dog Turned on her Bitch
I feel his pain as he looks at the computer screen. One year ago, I sat down and began to write a book that was buzzing in my brain. As I have written a time or two before, I obsessively work on a task until it is done and I completed the book in May. My point is, I must have looked like him many days this past year.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Geeks
Dynamic Dominics
Mr. and Mrs. Robert & Waunetta Dominic is the topic of this writing today. I feel so honored to write about this couple because of them, many Natives Americans in Northern Michigan and the State have benefitted from their service. I view them as true warriors for the Native Americans. They fought for and were the defenders of injustice many Native Americans and other impoverished citizen in the area were experiencing. This couple, was a power couple and now I dare to call them a legendary couple.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Humans
Lady Owl
Lillian, brassened skin woman left her world to escape into the wilderness. Seven days she would spend at her favorite camping spot in central Michigan. Woods would surround her and a small river trickled next to her favorite camp site. She looked forward to long walks in the woods and fishing for her supper. She looked forward to her time with the creator and his creation.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
525,600 minutes
I am here to admit that I am an over achiever. Here I am at 55 and I have to admit this and accept it. I have to admit that being an overachiever can be an addiction or co-dependent behavior. I look back over my life and I can see that overachieving is an addictive behavior to myself. I have always chosen difficult tasks and I would over work to achieve them. Here I am with many degrees, and I am proud that I achieved them, but they mean nothing but debt to me. They surely didn't bring me fulfillment. All they fill is a folder in the filing cabinet.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Confessions
Chapter 27: Home
The darkness of the woods were lit with celebration when the children landed into the clearing with the adults. Smiles grew on their faces as they saw a bright fire burning in the center of the field. Jack and Shinning Sun began to beat together a rhythmic patterns and the children ran to the fire and began to step to the beat of the drum.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
