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Fort Peck Cannot Wait: A Call to End Gun Violence
Read more: Fort Peck Cannot Wait: A Call to End Gun ViolenceGun violence has touched my life personally more than once. My brother, Austin Fullerton, was killed at 17, and now another childhood friend has lost his life. For many of us in Wolf Point, this is not a headline, it is a cycle that keeps breaking our families and our hearts. This most recent death…
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Why Sobriety Was the Medicine I Needed as an Indigenous Woman
Read more: Why Sobriety Was the Medicine I Needed as an Indigenous WomanTwo years ago, I put down the bottle. At first, it didn’t feel like a bold decision, it felt like survival. I was grieving the loss of my brother Austin, and I turned to alcohol to try and numb the pain. But instead of helping, it left me exhausted, disconnected, and further away from the…
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Milk, Memory, and Medicine
Read more: Milk, Memory, and MedicineThey say breastfeeding is “natural,” and for a moment, it was. When my son Asher latched right after birth, I felt powerful. I had just pushed him into the world, and he already needed me. It was raw and sacred and quiet all at once. There was no pain yet, no worry, just a surge…
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What Grew in the Ruins
Read more: What Grew in the RuinsGrief has a strange way of folding time. One minute you’re answering the phone, hearing the words that split your world in two. The next, you’re sitting on a porch in late autumn, half-drunk, laughing with a man you just met, but who already feels like home. The year I lost my brother Austin was…
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A Cup for Bubba
Read more: A Cup for BubbaSunday morning after church, my little family and I wandered through the farmers market. The sky was overcast, a welcome break from the Arizona heat. Live music played softly nearby as people wandered through, carrying bags of produce and ice-cold coffee cups in hand. It was one of those Sundays that feels unhurried, the kind…
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“Good Thing Christmas Was Coming”: Grief, Growth, and Remembering My Little Brother Austin
Read more: “Good Thing Christmas Was Coming”: Grief, Growth, and Remembering My Little Brother AustinThere are days when grief creeps in like a shadow you didn’t see coming. It’s quiet, but heavy. Lately, that’s how it’s been with my little brother Austin. He passed away in 2020 at just 17 years old. It happened on the Fort Peck Reservation. There was an investigation. There were questions. But not many…
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All The Ways I Carry Him 