On Materialism

…when I unexpectedly bumped into it just now all I could think is: it’s absolutely beautiful.
I have weaved this home together like a bird weaves together her nest, from leftover scraps, unwanted plant parts, hope, and love.

Passing — how my Great-Grandmother became white

“My parents were Cherokee Indians. Of course, our people don’t claim to have come over on the Mayflower or anything like that, but we met ’em at the dock when they landed.” —Will Rogers