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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The Junk Yard
The neighborhood where I grew up looks so different today then it did when I was little. You see, when I was little my parents and my grandparents lived in an area that was considered the industrial area of town. One could hear trains coming down the tracks or the jake break from a semi truck groan and complain as it ascends to a factory near by. Today, the area has been improved but most of the factory buildings are no longer running and I only hear a train once a month chugging it’s diesel bootie down the track.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Families
Shenanigan’s and Shipt
I am one of the luckiest people in this world. I have been given four wonderful friends that a person could ever asked for. Recently, at one of our mother’s funeral, I loving said, “No matter what little street rat Becky brought home, she loved us just the same.” We have been unseperateable except distance and life courses. However, each of our spouses knows that when one of us call the other, life stops, privacy is given for the duration of the phone call, no one interrupts the phone session. Yes, we mean that much to each other.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Motivation
Wind Witch
By: Sheila Chingwa The Captive The air bit a Sarah’s nose. Already, the fall weather was in the morning air. Rising early was expected for all of those at the boarding school but the morning bell had yet rung and Sarah was thankful for a moment to herself. She rose up on to her elbow and focused her eyes on the other children laying asleep in their beds. Blankets, nothing more than rags of fabric was gathered in their arms and wrapped tightly around their little bodies as they slept. With a shiver, she flung her feet over the side of the bed and slipped on her shoes and fastened the laces. With a tug, she pulled her blanket over her shoulders and sighed as the warmth sunk in and chased the chill away.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
The Archivist
While the clocks tick away in the corner of the room, I sit and contemplate the day. With the draw of my vape pen, I notice the shapes forming in the twist and turns of the white clouds and I begin to think about my work. With a sip of coffee and a push of a button on the computer my day begins. Soon I will be so emerged in my work that the world around me disappears.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Humans
Visitor in the Green Light
Two hours had passed since she sipped her quota of morning coffee and nothing had been achieved. The grey day just sucked the energy right out of her body. Nothing screamed at her asking her to clean it, yet, if she put it off, then it would haunt her all week. With a shrug, Lori thought, “I am okay with that. Sometimes, nothing is what you need to do. Perhaps a nap would be in order instead of work.” With a nod, she went and laid back down and pulled a weighted blanket over her and fell asleep.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Holiday Homework
“Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies, asses ashes we all fall down.” Giggles and laughter sounded through the air as the three girls fell to the ground. Dandelion parachutes flew up into the air and lofted on the breeze. Each girl laid there watching as the white fluffs as they were tussled about in the wind. Ginger’s orange hair laid tussled in with the green grass all around her. Such perfect color for the perfect holiday, Green and Orange, Halloween.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Brown Paper Packages Tied up in String
Sunday morning, coffee in hand, blanket laying over my legs and, in the background, plays a YouTube video from The Potter Collector hosted by Peter Kenneth. This morning, I have chosen to watch the unboxing of his fan mail. I really enjoy Peter's Personality and it shines as he opens each post. The fan mail is my favorite topic to watch because it is full of love. Not just love for Peter but for Harry Potter itself. I love seeing all the fan mail he receives from various parts of the world. Talk about uniting a group of likeminded people together. I and many of his fans love watching him as he reads fans letters and opens boxes while singing, “Brown Paper Packages Tied up in String”. The patrons watch as he unwraps the package and we get to see his reaction to the object. Never and unkind word spoken. No ones ability is criticized. He makes that one person feel like their effort is appreciated. I am always amazed at the creative creations he receives from his fans and I love to see his reactions when he unwraps each package for, he is so genuine in his appreciation. I just love watching him as I take on a well needed rest. Nerding out on my Sunday is best spent with the Potter Collector.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Geeks
Elder Witch
Eldership, radical time in one’s life. One, at this period in their lives, find many ways to be genuinely themselves. The individual finds unique things that make them happy. I am so thankful that I am at this stage of life for I am finding many new things that brings me happiness. My children have grown and I have been blessed with a grandbaby and boy does he make me happy. Outside of my family, it is now time for me to shine and be happy the way I want to. Radical, loony perhaps, mayhem is possible, fun is likely and I make no apology for the decision I have made. As I adventure into my elder years I do so in freedom. I have been through much, became a warrior for my self-wellbeing, I have transformed in ways that I have no desire to share with you all. I have hidden my truths long enough and I am coming out at an Elder Witch.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Geeks
