In 1854, Chief Seattle spoke to a group of early settlers. “Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars,” he said.
Let me start by saving I am not a physician.
The Yakama Nation takes the welfare of our children seriously and we are committed to making decisions in the best interests of our members.
Obesity has been a problem for me most of my life. Growing up I shopped in the husky section. When I was 13 in 7th grade, I weighed 225 pounds. My football coaches loved it, but it was not easy being the brownest and roundest kid in school.
In Response to Lynn Armitage’s ICTMN article, “Domestic Violence: Careful, the Kids Are Watching”:
In June of this year, President Barack Obama and the First Lady visited the Standing Rock Sioux Indian Reservation in North Dakota. This was ya historic visit.
de·col·o·nize - verb (of a country) withdraw from (a colony), leaving it independent.
There have been several recent deaths on my reservation, and others, of young people in their teens and 20s. The tragedy at Tulalip got me thinking about solutions or, at least, attempts at solutions.
My alcohol and drug counselor asked me one simple question upon our first meeting. The answer would be the turning point in my life. I had become addicted to alcohol. I had just hit rock bottom. I was unsure, scared and lost.
The facts are there. We know them. We live them, every day. We see them in our children’s lives, especially now. According to Aspen Institute, 75 percent of all Native youth deaths between 12 and 20 are directly attributable to violence.
Those of us who carry indigenous genetic material today descend from the survivors of biological warfare on a cataclysmic scale, principally smallpox and measles, both diseases caused by viruses that require no direct contact to spread and can survive on dry surfaces.
Sometimes bravery is the smallest of things, a grain of sand lying under a mountain of regret. This, I felt as I watched my mother die. Exactly two years before the moment she left this world, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. It started with a pain in her breast that wouldn’t go away.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and this was written to honor my mother and every life touched by this devastating disease.
Diabetes is a terrible disease, and one that has afflicted American Indian and Alaska Native communities since the disruption of their traditional cultures centuries ago.