Growing thick skin
The morning of my double mastectomy the sun was shining. It was a beautiful morning and the summer sun was reflecting off the dewy grass,…
Nahnda
Joyful Noise
Laughter is the best medicine as they say, and seems to be the elixir of choice for many Ongwehon:we. A few years ago we were…
Resistance
Aunty Emily took my Dad and Uncle in when they were young to work on her farm. Among other jobs, they were responsible for cleaning…
Ganigohiyo
For every day that passes by, from about mid-July to the end of August, my twelve year old daughter gives me detailed lists about what…
Dance Responsibly
The year Gramma Rovina got sick, we went to longhouse. We were sitting on the bench together, my Onondaga Beaver grandmother keeping me right under her wings, and it came time to dance. I didn’t know she was sick. And for some reason when the women got up to dance she didn’t join in. I timidly stayed by her side, unsure of what to do. The women danced right past me and Gramma scolded me…”go on, get out there!”
Introduction to Scone Dogs & Seed Beads
An amazing opportunity has presented itself to me in the last few weeks. And that is, to etch out a place here in the Two…