I am sure they can hear my ragged breath and pounding heart. I am afraid.
Can they smell my fear?
My heart is pounding I can feel all the fear, and resentment merging, growing, becoming beyond my control. In this moment I am a warrior. I want this fight. Even if I die here, they will remember me. Continue reading
I have never been Beautiful,
Worthwhile, or wanted, Continue reading
In loving Honor of one of our own Savannah LaFountaine-Greywind and all of our murdered and missing Native Women. Continue reading
In 2013, when we originally launched as Arming Sisters, we had a blog called Stories of Strength. Continue reading
Dear President Obama, We write to demand that you take action to avoid a humanitarian crisis: Protect our Native people! As Commander-In-Chief of the Armed Forces, you are about to preside over a human rights disaster on the scale of Selma. Continue reading