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For Carola Calf Robe, 1982 was the beginning of a new life. Calf Robe, who's just been elected to the Blood Tribal Council, entered the St. Paul Treatment Centre on the Blood Reserve in May of that year and her long journey to sobriety began.

"The people at St. Paul did so much for me," she says. "I used to think that you had to party to be successful, but they showed me that it was sobriety that would make my dreams become realities."

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For Carola Calf Robe, 1982 was the beginning of a new life. Calf Robe, who's just been elected to the Blood Tribal Council, entered the St. Paul Treatment Centre on the Blood Reserve in May of that year and her long journey to sobriety began.

"The people at St. Paul did so much for me," she says. "I used to think that you had to party to be successful, but they showed me that it was sobriety that would make my dreams become realities."

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For Carola Calf Robe, 1982 was the beginning of a new life. Calf Robe, who's just been elected to the Blood Tribal Council, entered the St. Paul Treatment Centre on the Blood Reserve in May of that year and her long journey to sobriety began.

"The people at St. Paul did so much for me," she says. "I used to think that you had to party to be successful, but they showed me that it was sobriety that would make my dreams become realities."

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For Carola Calf Robe, 1982 was the beginning of a new life. Calf Robe, who's just been elected to the Blood Tribal Council, entered the St. Paul Treatment Centre on the Blood Reserve in May of that year and her long journey to sobriety began.

"The people at St. Paul did so much for me," she says. "I used to think that you had to party to be successful, but they showed me that it was sobriety that would make my dreams become realities."

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FIRST PERSON

Ignoring the high levels of pollution, over-population, and rampant levels of poverty here in Mexico is a demanding task. I wish I could do something. Yet I'm reminded that my purpose here is one of observation. Solely.

My elder, Diane Reid, has invited me for a reason. The Journey of Peace and Dignity runners who left Alaska and Argentina in April finally joined together near Montezuma's temples of the sun and moon in Teoptihuacan.

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FIRST PERSON

Ignoring the high levels of pollution, over-population, and rampant levels of poverty here in Mexico is a demanding task. I wish I could do something. Yet I'm reminded that my purpose here is one of observation. Solely.

My elder, Diane Reid, has invited me for a reason. The Journey of Peace and Dignity runners who left Alaska and Argentina in April finally joined together near Montezuma's temples of the sun and moon in Teoptihuacan.

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FIRST PERSON

Ignoring the high levels of pollution, over-population, and rampant levels of poverty here in Mexico is a demanding task. I wish I could do something. Yet I'm reminded that my purpose here is one of observation. Solely.

My elder, Diane Reid, has invited me for a reason. The Journey of Peace and Dignity runners who left Alaska and Argentina in April finally joined together near Montezuma's temples of the sun and moon in Teoptihuacan.

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FIRST PERSON

Ignoring the high levels of pollution, over-population, and rampant levels of poverty here in Mexico is a demanding task. I wish I could do something. Yet I'm reminded that my purpose here is one of observation. Solely.

My elder, Diane Reid, has invited me for a reason. The Journey of Peace and Dignity runners who left Alaska and Argentina in April finally joined together near Montezuma's temples of the sun and moon in Teoptihuacan.

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Tansi, ahnee and hello. November rain. The streets of the city are as slick as a political promise. Walking becomes a test of balance, integrity almost. Falling, a form of surrender. Skating along the polished sheen of the city you could almost swear you'd become weightless, your future at a whim of the wind that propels you. November rain. Mute testament to a season of changes.

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Pikiskwe

The climate for aboriginal business is changing. Last week I attended the Ovide Mercredi dinner in support of the Council for the Advancement of Native Development Officers (CANDO). The theme for the dinner was "doing business in aboriginal communities."

I was mildly surprised. Usually, one attends these dinners to find out what everyone else has been up to since the last time one attended these dinners. This time there were a lot of non-Natives and they were there to find out about "doing business in aboriginal communities."