What if you woke up one morning and your mother was missing? You called her phone to find that you got sent to her voicemail. You text your family. No one has heard from her either. Your eyes get blurry...
The era of technology has created many opportunities for indigenous peoples to maintain culture and connection. It allows us to record our songs and dances and reflect. Allows us to call and speak with...
I grew up in New York. Not the five boroughs. Not Long Island. Not Westchester. Not even Albany. I grew up in Niagara. Next to Buffalo and Canada. This means for the first 16 years of my life when people...
He hurt me.
He put his hands on me. His cold hands on my neck.
You stop for just a moment, a fraction of a millisecond, and wonder if you had died, would anyone look? Another native woman dead, would...
Just about everyone in the United States has heard someone claim to have a great grandmother who was a Cherokee princess. A small piece of “family history” many love to share without further knowledge...
A celebration of genocide is not a celebration, but a continuation of colonialism. A facet that is so widely accepted in modern American society. One manufactured to create a desirable image, one that...
I remember the first time I was told to leave my problems at the door, I was eight. My grandfather had died days prior. I wasn’t being a “sassy robot.” It was competitive cheerleading. A highly unregulated...
Native grief is such a unique feeling. We attend more funerals than weddings in our lifetime. It feels like every other day I am hearing about another relative being murdered or going missing, and more...
