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Our Deepest Calling
Poetry and short story collection
The Handbook of Social Research Ethics
Brings together international scholars across the social and behavioural sciences and education to address those ethical issues that arise in the theory and practice of research within the technologically advancing and culturally complex world in which we live.
Solstice Light and Dark of the Salish Sea
This collection of poetry bears witness to the light and the dark in the region of the Salish Sea. Twenty-eight Northwest Washington poets explore primarily from what is immediate and what they are awake to in the twenty-first century's enriched and ravaged world. The Salish Sea provides a compelling environment that draws us in and out of the shadows, lifts our eyes across the water, and causes our human spirit to travel through dark sinkholes to the farthest reaches of expansive sunlight.
Apartheid
On Challenging Journeys We Find Out Who We Are Apartheid is a powerful memoir of Una's Personal and political struggles growing up in the peaceful community of Vrededorp, Johannesburg, South Africa. By age nine, the political arena in South Africa changed; Una and her family are assessed, segregated and uprooted from their home in Vrededorp by the Aparteid Authorities and moved to Coronationville, a Johannesburg suburb. Witnessing "The Sharpville Massacre" in March 1960, a sudden shift of lens brought a new focus on her young mind that forever changed how she viewed those in power. After a failed marriage, she is now a single mother and determined to find a better life for herself and her son. She falls in love with a German immigrant. With her fierce spirit, she begins challenging the Immorality law and they fight for their love under the watchful eye and harassment of the local police. Her poems bring raw vulnerability and frustration to the forefront of what it feels like to be held back and watch injustice continue.
Haunted by Words Left Unspoken
It is rare for someone to journey through life without carrying the burden of regret: regret for what was, wasn’t, or might have been. Perhaps your regret lies in the echoes of unvoiced words. Did you withhold the depths of your love, leaving it buried within? Were you powerless to set the boundaries that could have protected your heart? Did your voice falter when you needed to speak up? In the quiet corners of our hearts, the heavy weight of regret finds its dwelling, reminding us of the striking power of unspoken words and unexpressed truths. Regardless of the regret (or regrets) you may harbour, have you tried to process that feeling? Have you managed to come to terms with it, or does i...
Telecommunications technology and Native Americans : opportunities and challenges.
'Telecommunications Technology and Native Americans: Opportunities and Challenges' examines the potential of telecommunications to improve the socioeconomic conditions of Native Americans - American Indians, Alaska Natives, and Native Hawaiians - living in rural, remote areas, and to help them maintain their cultures and exercise control over their lives and destinies. The report discusses the opportunities for Native Americans to use telecommunications (including computer networking, videoconferencing, multimedia, digital and wireless technologies, and the like) in the realms of culture, education, health care, economic development, and governance. It also explores the challenges and barrie...
I Rose from the Ashes
As a little girl, I remember being told, "Why don't you kill yourself-you are just taking air from someone who deserves it." That was my mother who said that. She reminded me almost daily how stupid I was, that she hated me, and how no one wanted me. After hearing those things and being passed around on a constant basis to live with strangers along with abuse from her, I started to believe what I was told. My mother then told me that I was not her daughter. I never knew my grandmother or grandfather, aunts, uncles, cousins, or anyone who was part of my family. I cried a lot and trusted no one. As years went by, I tried to buy friendships and love-of course, it didn't work. I became a rug mat...
