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Migizi M. New Song
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Native American Elder, Ojibwe (Chippewa) Tribe of Michigan, and Story Giver.
Native American Elder, Ojibwe (Chippewa) Tribe of Michigan, and Story Giver.

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The Last Post For The Blog Page
Time “Here,
let me help you dear,” said Daisy, “You’re so pale. Lay down.” I didn’t
feel colorless but my world turned a nightmarish grayscale. Nothing remained of
resolve, fight, gumption, or will. Lifting my casted leg to the bed with her
one hand, Daisy ...
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Parallels
Depression
coddled me as my seeing-eye walker assisted. Slow as I moved, my humiliated spirit
dragged behind like a long banner of toilet paper clinging to a shoe sole. I
was torn between feeling comforted by the familiar yet mournful mood, one
shared by so...
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Thank You Reader!
Dear
Reader and Blog Follower The next two posts will be the last ones added to
this blog and mark the break-off point in the story before the ending scenes,
scenes that will only be available in a different format. I can hear you
moaning. I would. Let me e...
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Hell Bent
Coming
toward me, Daisy, concern and sympathy sculpting her lovely face, stopped in
the doorway and crossed her arms in a self hug rather than defensively. She
respectfully remained silent and waited me out. Defiant tears, more from anger
than grief, clawed...
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Unfit Farewell
  “Migizi, you listen up,” said Daisy, sternness
in her voice and expression. “You can’t trust your thoughts or feelings right
now. Remember, trauma? Granted, you’re a bit of a restless soul. Your name
lends to this trait don’t you think? Like the Eagle, yo...
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Where’s Home? Chapter 11: Post 1
“UMmmm…Daisy,
come on, give me some grace here. I’ve been to hell and back, no pun intended,
what with the Lower Peninsula being called that by Big Nob."   “Sure, I
get it,” she said, standing next to me with hands on her hips. “I know your
body and mind ha...
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Home Bound Part 2
My wife
went for my snack while Macy sought a wheelchair. Evidently, as eager to be rid
of me as I was to go, the nurse almost jogged back into the room.   “Here we
are, much easier to maneuver,” she said. “Get your butt in it and I’ll take you
for your ‘do...
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