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,…
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…
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…
There is a sorrowful place in my heart this week. Last Saturday, my niece Shiyloh Hill fell from her bedroom window while playing with a…
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…
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…
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…