Negotiating My Identities by Gail Prasad

Identity Métissage at Weekend Breakfast Table Flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. On their own, these ingredients can’t be fully appreciated. When we carefully measure them, gently mix them together with sugar, cinnamon, butter and cream, and given them due time to rise in a hot oven, they combine to make an absolutely delectable start to our weekend time together. As we sip our coffee and bite into fluffy, fresh cinnamon rolls dripping with icing, we remember: we are better together.

Linger and listen at the table.

Sweeter, stronger and fuller than we are apart. ... a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.

(Ecclesiastes 4:12; TLB) We are a métis civilization.

(Saul, 2008, p. 3) We are in the middle of our stories and cannot be sure how they will end; we are constantly having to revise the plot as new events are added to our lives. Self, then, is not a static thing or a substance, but a configuring of personal events into an historical unity which includes not only what one has been but also anticipations of what one will be.

(Polkinghorne, 1988, p. 150) Les processus créatifs permettent aux littératies d’aller au-delà des littératies multiples, de les prolonger, de les transformer et de transformer les apprenants.

(Masny & Waterhouse, 2009, p. 359).

Through writing autobiographically teachers and researchers constitute their lives and mobilize their identities and agencies in ways they otherwise might not: through the act of writing autobiographically, they continually face who they have been and who they are becoming in the particularity of their situated bios and ecologies.

(Hasebe-Ludt, Chambers & Leggo, 2009, p. 34)