The Hunger and the Fire
“Our people’s bodies grew sick on rations, our stomachs aching for corn, mutton, berries, deer, blue corn mush—food that still remembers our names.”
“Our people’s bodies grew sick on rations, our stomachs aching for corn, mutton, berries, deer, blue corn mush—food that still remembers our names.”
“Lessons taught are not written on any whiteboard, and there are no notes to take. Just listen and learn from these professors we don’t call by name.”
“And just as abrupt as it was that day when he became a hero, my hero, he just as quickly became an unidentified monster. A monster with no name.”
“I wish I could talk to her again. I would tell her that she did not fail. That her foundation set up her grandchildren for positivity and great things.”
“The shadow is pitch black and there are no features. It is just standing there behind my brother who is sleeping, unaware of our presence. . .”
“There are words a Navajo grandmother can say, that feel like a hug when you are in desperate need of one.”
“How does one move forward, away from the earth-shattering event of losing a sibling? One does not simply step away from the pain, instead you learn to migrate alongside it.”
“As I poured out my desire for him, he grabbed his hands back. His face fell and he couldn’t look at me.”
“Upholding the values of land connection, resource stewardship, and gratitude, we acknowledge Mother Earth’s role in sustaining our well-being.”
“My grandmother told me, ‘The songs are about how the Earth, sky, and mountains are connected. When you run towards the horizon it is a great blessing to the Holy People.’”