I was in Fredericton when I got the news Tiffany killed herself. I knew Tiff. Not well, but I grew up with the Peters family on F street.… Read more “‘Always smiling’: Tiffany Peters remembered”
Tag: Elsipogtog First Nation
A History of Violence
Night sinks in deep. It’s August 2009; I’m 18 years old, six-foot-nothing, and brown: half-Black, half-Mi’kmaq. I’m eight beers deep, which is nothing for Kent County, New… Read more “A History of Violence”
Living for a laugh
I remember sitting tableside with my mother in the kitchen a few months ago. She had just invited another neighbour in for coffee. I sat listening to… Read more “Living for a laugh”
