Many reservations are rural ghettos, intentionally located as far away from the rest of the world as possible. I, like many other indomitable Native Americans, have made it off my reservation. Though I am still reminded every day of the polluting of the land that I love with a society that tried to break me,... Continue Reading →
"One day I will go back and smile at the old me who was brave enough to create these memories. This is a painful memory. This is beautiful."
It is hard to believe that I have been in Cusco, Peru for a little over a month now. Also, this is my first blog post in my time here, half because I actually forgot that this existed, and half because I'm more of a pen and paper kind of girl anyway. So I thought... Continue Reading →