The people behind a soup kitchen at Elsipogtog First Nation in New Brunswick say it’s a way to meet the needs of the community’s most vulnerable and to let people… Read more “Elsipogtog volunteers open soup kitchen to help those struggling with addictions”
Tag: Mi’kmaq
Indigenous communities in N.B. say climate change is threatening their way of life
Cecelia Brooks remembers a time when the deep forest of New Brunswick was so cold, snow could still be found in its depths in August. That rarely… Read more “Indigenous communities in N.B. say climate change is threatening their way of life”
Elsipogtog First Nation
Elsipogtog (pronounced El-see-buk-tuk) First Nation is a Mi’kmaq community about 91 km northwest of Moncton, New Brunswick. Known for many years as Big Cove, in 2003 the First Nation officially changed its name to… Read more “Elsipogtog First Nation”
Mi’kmaq lead billion-dollar sea change
Last fall, Mi’kmaq harvesters were met with violence as the Sipekne’katik First Nation launched its “moderate livelihood” fishery in St. Marys Bay, 250 kilometres west of Halifax.… Read more “Mi’kmaq lead billion-dollar sea change”
HEROES OF 2020: Residential school survivor helps Mi’kmaq reconnect with their culture
Clark Paul is an Eskasoni hero. The 74-year-old is a residential school survivor and in the midst of a four-year battle with bladder cancer, nevertheless he is… Read more “HEROES OF 2020: Residential school survivor helps Mi’kmaq reconnect with their culture”
Mi’kmaw grandmothers share culture
A group of Mi’kmaw grandmothers is sharing its cultural knowledge and traditional stories in Membertou First Nation this week in hopes of preserving them before they’re lost.… Read more “Mi’kmaw grandmothers share culture”
Mi’kmaq Funeral rites
My work at The Walrus revolves around researching and fact checking stories. That means highlighting facts and double sourcing them. For “The End: How We Die Now,”… Read more “Mi’kmaq Funeral rites”
‘Always smiling’: Tiffany Peters remembered
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”
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”
Oscar Baker III 