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The baby, nameless still in this model of spirituality, and his parents, Sarah and Fabian, catechists at Saint Mary’s parish, sit in the front pew. The baby’s godfather and uncle, who is Uche elsewhere, but not on this day, not in this ritual where he must be Silas, sits behind the baby’s parents. There is …
He struts in front of us, clutching his bible under one arm and beating the air with his other hand. He tells us not to be weary, that in due season we will reap the rewards of our faith. Amid the gathering, three people pump their fists in the air. Yes, lord! Tell them, sir! …
For Canada’s Highway 16 and the 4,000+ Missing/Murdered Indigenous Women (MMIW). The red river swells with its braids undone. Why do the trucks still howl through these frozen pines? Each mile marker counts what’s unaccounted for. A sister’s scarf tangles in a crow’s beak. RCMP files reported her as drunken, high, and demented. The red river …
