“We drove for three days into the mountains in a car that struggled to go uphill. Still, we made it and I was finally back in my tribal homeland. In the beginning, it felt like coming home, even though I'd never lived there and rarely visited. My family members were welcoming, and the water and forest calmed the fluttering darkness deep within me.” FamilyTravelNativeComing HomeIndigenousHomelandTribal HomelandTribal Land Book:Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity Source: Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity
“The anxiety in me grew, as this place that had always felt like home in my mind began to shed the rose-colored visions I had coated it in. It wasn't quite right. I was welcomed by many, but I didn't belong. It wasn't quite home anymore.” FamilyNativeBelongingIndigenousHomelandRose Colored GlassesTribal HomelandTribal Land Book:Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity Source: Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity
“The anxiety in me grew, as this place that had always felt like home in my mind began to shed the rose-colored visions I had coated it in.” NativeIndigenousHomelandRose Colored GlassesTribal HomelandTribal Land Book:Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity Source: Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity