Growing up in the tiny village of Smith, Alberta, Darrel J.
McLeod was surrounded by his Cree family’s history. In shifting
and unpredictable stories, his mother, Bertha, shared narratives
of their culture, their family and the cruelty that she and her
sisters endured in residential school. McLeod was comforted by
her presence and that of his many siblings and cousins, the
smells of moose stew and wild peppermint tea, and his deep... more...