Summer is here again and it’s a break from the classroom, but not a break from learning.
Change, especially institutional change, takes time-and instead of just throwing our hands up in the air we should take it slow, each of us has our own roles to play.
I have been told by my elders that traditional names are how our ancestors watch over us, giving us a fundamental connection to our people, our places, and our own selves.
Historical trauma has affected not only Native cultures and languages, but also knowing the environment in all of its minute details.
In our often hectic and busy lives, it’s important to take the time to be present in the lives of the people we have promised to love and support.
Sharing and passing down traditional knowledge enables us as tribal people to carry on our traditions, helping to guide our path into the future.
Dips in the road like being fired or a spell of procrastination and lack of motivation can create mishaps. What really makes a difference is how we rise.
Depression and silence walk hand in hand, and sometimes the only remedy is communication and human connection.
College life as a mom of twins doesn’t slow down, in fact it’s much like a tornado. Reminiscing reminds me to find humor every day.
In an ever-evolving world we have no choice but to participate in the meticulous peyote stitch, or become the bead three lines back that requires remediation.