Life was good in days gone by. I was a young Cree woman when my life began to take shape. Like many others, our tribe was where men hunted and fished for our existence. Our land was beautiful but rugged. The winters were harsh and cold, but the summers were warm and beautiful. I loved the smell of rain in the summer on the pines, the sun on my body warming me. My father, Notha, was an elder in the tribe, and since I was a...