ABSTRACT
There is deep sadness and anger, mingled with a small but precious bit of hope, when the author witness the injustices in our world. Hope is the thing that holds the author up when women, children, indigenous people, and our natural world are not simply disregarded but purposely exploited and perpetrated against. And hope is the sliver of light that shines through her despair for all that has been lost and all that is at risk in each moment. We live in a world of contrasts. The author acutely aware of the power and privilege of her whiteness. The author's own disenfranchised genetic history comes from the poorest of the Scottish hills, the poverty of England, probably the poor immigrants of Germany and, the Trail of Tears. The author treasure deep connections to community and family, and sometimes fly half-way across the country to cultivate those relationships.
