Frances Reflects Storytelling

There’s NoMore Unseen than Our People who attended and many lost their lives before they even began … It’s everyday Our Society needs to understand. I’ve been trying for 30 yrs or more…

As a solo-mom, post stroke. My sons help hold me up + Their childhood friend who’d mom had just died. A success, as a mom to know my children know Our rituals regarding death, grief n loss is a proud moment, for this mom.

?a momma bear, now, with time on her hands while on disability is a foreign way to now live. No more wake up the child/ren for school, making lunches/ pick ups etc. #MoreTimeOnYoutHands #SemiRetired

As a young girl we look to our parents for guidance in love & relationships, as we search as we become adults. My work w. Youth of 35+ yrs takes me to advocate when I witness some similar from the youth and family’s in my work. Just experience of a past life shared, just that.

Post-Stroke, at home it takes much longer to do the simplest errands requiring help, as a Solo-mom & stroke survivor to ask for help is so difficult to do.

Life at 17 …. Life of the unseen

It’s not positivity of moments, but it’s just a moment of difficulty not a bad day upon reflection. The Creator only gives what we are able to handle I reflect on a few moments….

Learning to accept my personal accomplishments are now different than w. 2 arms/hands/legs were … The realization Is huge as I accept this, at home w/o my sons at home

After 10 in the hospital, is learning to accept assistance at home. I’m learning to get support from my friends- gardening and cleaning

Stories of strokes & How it can affect our bodies, in different ways, especially emotionally

Our family is from Kemano, BC. A mini dialogue in 2 months Post-Stroke m. Enjoy our impromptu. Wa,

A struggle to be seen by family never or rarely happened for him. So much so, as with colonial institutions + society, after 27 years, my stepson chose to take his life. What I strive for people to see … the unseen… you will be missed Josh

A personal experience, briefly expressed/ shared via my voice struggles. I apologize.

Frances’s Invisibility cloak … s.2 Ep.13

Woven into youth work & Solo-mom struggles is to tame the Wild Man in ways of knowing and staying connected is such an important relevance for keeping/ giving space…

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.