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There once was a pup that belonged to a large pack of ma’iinganag (wolves), he was called Noodin (wind) because he wandered like the wind. He was covered in dark tan fur with black on his back. Noodin wandered around the forest, wherever his nose led him. He was a loner and had a bad temper. Sometimes, Noodin revealed a…
FictionThe Coming of Big Foot
There was once a young man named Strikes Twice. He was at the edge of the village chopping wood when he heard a cry coming from a forbidden part of the woods. No human was ever to cross through this forbidden area. The piercing scream startled him, it almost sounded like a baby, and he felt that he had to…
You rise in false triumph to face the unfamiliar church full of people—clusters of Bristol Bay and Tundra families—gathering with a smattering of bible-carrying city congregants who bend toward the shadows of your church on an early Friday afternoon. The folks welcoming me warmly had come in from the sunshine to pay respects to our ilung who hadn’t heeded repeated…
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Time is a funny thing when you’re Native. And no, I’m not talking about Indian time. I’m talking about the experience of living in one time but having an important personal relationship with the past and the future. Not only that, but as an Indigenous person, one’s cultural relationship with a place might span so far into the past that…