W/o Auntys to guide me, I was alone. Ironically, my Van District colleagues helped hold me up during my pregnancy of 10 months & as a new mom. I’d only 2 uncles to help support me, their love, amazing + The love of my baby sister, Lana (photo w. My 1st)

No Self-Love. Being disconnected, and young while Unseen in post-secondary/ UBC NITEP program

Through turmoil, hardship, multi-barriers, intense grief, and a solo mom with 2 sons residing in Van East Side. The end of 2021 & I’m about to celebrate in a pandemic.

Blanketing and Celebrating The Unseen for gramma in our school setting despite all the barriers he’s battled he is going to graduate! *no photo of him due to his age-A photo of my sons grad photo*

?What happens to OurIndigenous Graduates, after Graduation? A guest, Amber, a teacher sharing the Unseen

At age 14 yrs, The unseen was seen, by an ever so loving Nanny who’d adopted me & much later, my Big son in 1998. So much love shared

A solo-mom of 3, and her 2 daughters were a integral part of my teen years. Imagine a sliver of an Aunty amongst 4 girls w/o a mom and Lee is your 1st mentor? Wow, how fortunate for the unseen

It Take A Community to Raise a child … The act of sharing Indigenous love with dear loved ones ….

It’s been almost 30 yrs of my work in schools, a speciality in seeing The Unseen. Yet, having grown up in a vast number of elementary schools, I was seen.

For me, it’s hunger, for others, it’s lateral violence. And yet, for others it’s victims of violence… Silent Suffering is very real.