When Mary Black Bonnet was 17, she was raped. Today, she looks back at that young girl who felt so alone and unheard, and with the power of writing, she documents her journey from helplessness to healing.
My Lakota Name
I am VERY proud of my name. It envelops completely my journey home and all the stepping stones that were put in place on that journey. It gave me goosebumps when I received it, because I knew what it meant, and flashed on a few specific times in my life when these events had happened, in a life so far away and so foreign from the people whose blood flowed through my veins.
Take a Leap, Throw it Out There. You Never Know What Will Come Back.
Our writer puts it out there that she wants a dog and ends up with an egg-sucking, duck-herding, fry-eating attack rescue dog … the perfect pet!