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Let’s see a capture from the weekend. 📸👀

Baamaapii old chum, your ancestors are greeting you with love . Prayers for your wife, family and friends left behind. 💜🧬💗💔

Yes. My grandfather told me of children that ran away Some died Some never came back Some came back and then died. All tragic

Justice for McKenna WendelShe was a good studentShe wanted to workShe had just turned 14Between the late hours of March 13 and the early morning of March 14, 2026, amidst a brutal snowstorm, McKenna Wendel vanished after a night of babysitting, just steps away from the safety of home. After 4 agonizing days, the search ended in heartbreak on March 19, when her body was discovered in a remote creek near Brookings, over 50 miles from where she was last seen. Her death is not just a headline; it is a profound wound to the Indigenous community, a haunting echo of the MMIW (Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women) crisis that has plagued our people for generations.The details are chilling: A mysterious

The look you get when you’re up at least 14 inches in the last month 🌊🌊

HAPPY 65th BIRTHDAY GIANT TIGER! 🐯🐯🐯 Canada’s first Giant Tiger store opened on George Street in Ottawa’s Byward Market, on May 13, 1961, with a $15,000 investment. It is still there in continuous operation. First year sales were far lower than anticipated, and by the end of 1962, owner Gordon Reid, decided to close the store. Unexpectedly, the rush of customers attracted by his “going out of business” sale provided enough cash flow to keep the business afloat. It now has 260 stores in operation across Canada. Giant Tiger’s iconic logo of the cartoon tiger was designed by Ottawa artist Ben Babelowsky. Former Zellers president Thomas Haig now runs the show. Thanks for the deals and being one of the last great Canadian Department Stores! 👏

America knew her smile. No one knew what it was hiding. Sally Field was seven years old when her childhood ended. The year was 1952. Her mother had just remarried a man named Jock Mahoney—a Hollywood stuntman who would later become Tarzan himself. Tall, magnetic, the kind of man who commanded attention when he entered a room. To neighbors and friends, he seemed like the perfect stepfather. Behind closed doors, he was her nightmare. For years, the abuse continued. And what made it unbearable, Field would later write, was that he wasn't simply a monster. He could be enchanting. Playful. He made her feel special even as he destroyed her sense of safety. Her mother never stopped it—whether she didn't see or chose not to look, Sally would never fully know. So the little girl did what children in impossible situations do. She learned to vanish. She became a master at reading moods, softening edges, making herself small enough to survive. At fourteen, she found the courage to make it stop herself. At eighteen, Hollywood made her a star. Gidget. The Flying Nun. America fell in love with the bright, wholesome girl-next-door. But the smile they adored was the same mask she'd been perfecting since childhood. The wholesomeness was real and unreal at once—a survival skill that had finally found a stage. Underneath, she carried a weight she couldn't name. She married young. Divorced. Married again. Divorced again. She spent years in a turbulent relationship with Burt Reynolds, later realizing she was trying to heal a wound that existed long before she met him. When Hollywood tried to keep her in the cute-girl box, she fought her way out. She studied acting seriously. She auditioned through rejection. She pushed toward truth. Then came Norma Rae in 1979. A factory worker who finds her voice. The girl who spent her childhood disappearing became the loudest woman on screen—and won her first Oscar. Five years later, another Oscar for Places in the Heart. Then Steel Magnolias, Mrs. Doubtfire, Forrest Gump. A legendary career. Two Academy Awards. But the secret remained buried. Her stepfather died in 1989, never facing consequences. Her mother grew old. Sally never spoke the words. Until 2012. She was sixty-five, cast as Mary Todd Lincoln in Spielberg's Lincoln. Something inside her finally broke open—something, she said, that had been growing for decades and she could no longer breathe around. She went to her dying mother and told her the truth. Fifty years after it began, she said the words she had swallowed for half a century. Then she picked up a pen and began to write. Not a polished celebrity memoir. A reckoning. In Pieces was published in September 2018, and it shook readers to their core. She wrote about the abuse. About a secret abortion at seventeen in Tijuana. About eating disorders. About bad relationships. About decades of therapy. About the slow, painful work of finding the child she had made invisible. She's in her late seventies now. Famous for sixty years. Two Oscars on a shelf and generations of fans. But ask her what the bravest thing she ever did was, and it won't be any film you remember. It was telling the truth. Walking back into the rooms she survived and naming them aloud. Looking at every broken part of herself and saying: This is me. She wrote: I am in pieces. And in some way, I always have been. But pieces can be put back together. Some people spend their lives running from what was done to them. Sally Field ran for fifty years. Then she stopped, turned around, and walked back toward it—with a pen in her hand. That's not just courage. That's what reclaiming a life looks like.

It's pretty much proven that if you post late at night your posts dont get nearly as much traction but I like doing it anyway to send you off to sleep on a positive note.

Life is returning.

À la fin des années 1960, Angela Lansbury réalisa que sa fille adolescente fréquentait un groupe lié à Charles Manson – avant les crimes, avant que son nom ne devienne tristement célèbre. Elle prit immédiatement conscience du danger. Sa réaction fut rapide et décisive. À l'époque, Lansbury était une star incontournable, vivant à Malibu, au sommet de sa gloire. Sa fille Deirdre avait été entraînée dans le milieu de la drogue et attirée par une figure charismatique qui rassemblait de jeunes adeptes dans les canyons de Los Angeles. « Cela me fait mal de le dire », admit plus tard Lansbury, « mais à un moment donné, Deirdre faisait partie d'un groupe dirigé par Charles Manson. Elle était parmi les nombreux jeunes qui le connaissaient – et ils étaient fascinés. » Lansbury n'attendit pas de voir comment les choses évolueraient. Elle rompit ses contrats, mit fin à sa carrière florissante et quitta le tumulte d'Hollywood. Elle déménagea avec toute sa famille dans une ferme du comté de Cork, en Irlande – un lieu calme, isolé et loin de Los Angeles. « J’ai dit à Peter : “Il faut qu’on parte” », se souvient-elle. « Je savais qu’il fallait qu’on s’en aille. Je ne pouvais pas rester là à regarder mes enfants se perdre. » Pendant une année entière, elle a refusé tous les rôles. Elle cuisinait. Elle s’occupait du jardin. Elle se concentrait sur son rôle de mère. Pas de scénarios. Pas de premières. Juste le travail quotidien et régulier de guider ses enfants sur le chemin du retour. Et ça a marché. Loin du chaos et de cette influence néfaste, Deirdre et son fils Anthony ont commencé à se reconstruire. Plus tard, Deirdre a épousé un chef italien et a ouvert un restaurant florissant en Californie. Anthony est devenu réalisateur de télévision. Des années plus tard, la série qui allait définir la carrière de Lansbury – Arabesque – a duré douze saisons et a fait d’elle l’une des figures les plus emblématiques de la télévision. Mais bien avant que Jessica Fletcher ne résolve sa première énigme, Angela Lansbury avait déjà fait le choix le plus important de sa vie. Elle a choisi ses enfants plutôt que sa carrière. Sans hésiter. Sans regrets. Elle avait compris une chose simple et puissante : ni la célébrité ni le succès ne valent la peine de sacrifier le bien-être de sa famille. Elle a tout abandonné pour protéger ses enfants. Et elle a réussi.

If there’s one thing I detest the most ….it is lying .

Rez Cat attended drum circle.

Out checking the flood levels.

Promises of spring happening along the shores of the Grand River.

When John Wayne stepped into a song mid-performance, it didn’t feel like interruption—it felt like cinema history slipping into live television 🎬✨ On The Dean Martin Show in 1965, the effortless charm of Dean Martin met the quiet authority of Wayne himself, turning a simple musical moment into something far greater: a portrait of American entertainment at its golden height. No spectacle, no staging—just presence, timing, and two legends sharing the same breath of a moment. This is what classic Hollywood felt like when it wasn’t trying to be timeless… and still became so. 🎞️ #ClassicHollywood #GoldenAge #FilmHistory #OldHollywood #CinematicMoments #VintageTV

After watching this you will never look at stress the same

This is a rare photo of 1800s people smiling. Back then it was customary for white people not to smile because they might only get one taken in their life. But they were Native Americans—a Ponca man named Monsheeda and his wife Mehunga and we can see they really loved each other!

The actor Michael Caine was already middle aged when he found out a rather dark secret about his family. Every Sunday his mother would “go to church” or “visit a cousin” and she’d always insist on going alone. And it wasn’t until Caine was almost sixty himself that he discovered that his mother had an out-of-wedlock son. The boy, Caine’s half-brother, had been born six years prior to the actor’s birth, when his mother had not yet married his father. His secret older brother suffered an accident in early childhood after which he was institutionalized. He also suffered from epilepsy, causing further damage and resulting in him being labeled mentally ill, even though the poor young man was fully lucid and aware of his surroundings. When his mother died in 1989, Michael Caine found out about his half-brother… he began to visit him, too. And he was surprised to see that his brother had pictures of him as an actor, which his mother had given him — the brother he never knew about, knew about him, and was a devoted fan. David Burchell was his name. And Michael Caine did what he could for him, in his later years, trying to improve his conditions, his standards of living… In 1991, David died and Michael Caine had his ashes buried with those of his mother. He reportedly wasn’t upset about his mother’s secret, later saying he “fully understood it”, being a young unmarried mother with a little disabled boy, she had no choice. Still, it’s crazy to think about her keeping a secret of such magnitude for sixty-plus years. Look at more amazing historical photos: bit.ly/44OpIzi

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@JamesAfineart Thank you for capturing this beautiful moment and sharing. I appreciate it.

The sky wasn't doing anything special that morning. Thick clouds, no light. I was almost ready to pack up and leave. Then a narrow break let through just enough color. One tree. One reflection. One moment. Sometimes the quietest mornings make the strongest images.