Darrell J. McLeod’s memoir offers up an unflinchingly honest account of growing up as an Indigenous Canadian. The young Cree man walks down to the banks of the Athabasca, wades in and ceremoniously bathes his face and arms. He is thinking about his mother, the strong, passionate and deeply wounded woman he helped bury the day before. And he is reflecting about her tragic life and the way that tragedy informed his own painful pilgrimage across the terrain of an essentially racist Canada. READ FULL REVIEW→