32. I’m at the park with this Winnebago college student I met when she was the lone Native student in an Indian Studies class I talked to (I always tell people, “I talk about what it’s like to be an Indian living in the modern world.”). We’re on this dock, looking out over the mostly thawed lake. “Do you think I should jump in?” she asks. Continue reading
41. Twenty-three, stepping off to the side in the back at the grocery store where I work, lifting up my shirt, pulling off the Band-Aid to show my big half-dollar sized piercing scar to my biker boss. Continue reading
66. Other kids in my first grade class slapping their open mouths on the playground and making Indian sounds like they learned from the movies; looking at me, laughing, and running away. Continue reading
In the waters of the Salish Sea, along the coasts of Washington and British Colombia, a grieving Orca Mother has been carrying the body of her dead baby, in what’s being described as a grieving ritual, for over a week. Continue reading
“Pray, pull, peel …it’s so peaceful being out there. Being disconnected from the busyness of daily life is refreshing and that silence is healing,” reflected tribal member Natosha Gobin of her day spent walking in the shadows of her ancestors near Lake Chaplain, harvesting cedar. Continue reading
