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Homecoming

My ghosts are invisible to eyes other thanOnes trained by history to see themI try to blind myself to their presenceYet their darkness penetrates my

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Mask

In 2016 I was gifted my Native American name, Strong Woman with Listening Heart. “But Grandmother,” I said, “I don’t live up to that name.”

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Sam’s Story

TW: suicidal ideation There was much of my life where hope seemed very much out of reach.  I felt that way because of the experiences

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