Trying To Walk In Beauty

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  • Unique Story

    One of the reasons behind why I started this blog was because I truly believe I…

  • Peanuts n’ Coke

    The long, winding, dusty road to the trading post where a glass bottle of Coke and…

  • The Corner

    Standing in the corner was one of the first types of discipline I’ve ever had to…

  • A Visit From Dad

    On occasion, my father would stop by for visits. He would eat with us before he…

  • Nostalgic!

    I was raised heavily on the side of my Diné culture. My home was a dirt-floored…

  • My Dreams

    It’s on the blank pages where I found my voice. My quiet times were filled with…

  • Two Worlds

    As a Diné asdzaan (woman), a Native American woman, I had to learn how to walk…

  • Bra-less Game

    In high school, I can’t help but recall a highly intense, exciting, edge-of-your-seat volleyball game. I…

  • Santa Claus’ Visit

    The evening that Santa Claus visited our house is an evening I will never forget. My…

  • Monsters Under My Couch

    The monsters under my couch came in the forms of my drunk uncles and my drunk…