Indian Time - A Voice from the Eastern Door

Sweetgrass for the Generations Yet Born


The smell of sweetgrass always brought a smile to my grandmother’s face. It also triggered in her mind many narratives. As a child, I sat at the knees of my grandmother and great aunties. I listened to them speak the language and tell stories as...

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