Category: My Cherokee Indian Influence

For generations, we’ve been taught to think of natural remedies as healing agents. Take this herb...

Deep in the shaded forests of the Appalachian Mountains, where hardwood trees cast dappled light...

Looking back, I can still feel the dirt under my feet and the sun on my face as I followed my...

I’ll never forget the winter I trailed my grandmother through the snow-dusted woods behind her...

I can still see the goldenrod swaying in the late summer breeze on my grandmother’s farm, its...

I’ll never forget the first time I saw my grandmother burn sage. It was a crisp fall evening on...

One of my favorite memories from my grandmother’s farm is the late summer day we went picking...

I can still hear the rasp in my throat that winter I caught a cold at my grandmother’s farm. I was...

I can still picture the day I came limping back to my grandmother’s farmhouse, blood trickling...

There’s a memory that sticks with me from my days on my grandmother’s farm: the time I ate too...

I’ll never forget the summer I stepped on a yellow jacket’s nest behind my grandmother’s...

I can still see my grandmother standing by the creek that ran through her farm, her hands brushing...