I don’t have to search futilely the dank corners of an attic riddled with dust, or spend hours wading through the unbounded contents of a relic cherrywood trunk to grasp the secret language of my heritage. Because in the darkness of quiet spaces, when the world was seduced by a requiem of sleep, I heard the myriad of stories that taught me of my Great Grandmother’s upbringing. As a child, I learned of her survival and the devastating circumstances that transpired during the forced relocation to Indian reservations west of the Mississippi River. And even in the fades of memory, the truth can resurface… and some stories live to linger. So as one of my latest writing projects unfurls its raw edges, what I’ve rediscovered is that sometimes, getting back to your roots is a journey all in itself. p.s. Special thanks to the Modepass team for my wicked Flair Magazine Spotlight ! (Forever 21 feather hair clip and necklaces, Vintage turquoise ring and bracelet, Brass Plum crochet dress, G...
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Day By Diva
Day By Diva
Day By Diva
You look darling as you alwaysssss do! Gorgeous.
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Way to capture the chicness of the 70s with pure bliss!
Way to capture the chicness of the 70s with pure bliss!
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