Giving Thanks and Grieving

Long before the sun is up, my turkey is in the oven. It's a small turkey but in terms of intimidation it's ginormous. Still, I'm grateful to have it. Grateful to be able to cook a meal for my family. I have a lot to be thankful for, and I'm so glad to be able to celebrate that. Yet I live where the trail of tears began. Thar's gold in these here hills, and it's caused a lot of heartbreak. I have ancestors who were Tsalagi (Cherokee) and though only a very small amount of their blood runs … [Read more...]


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