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hózhó, that wonderful state of hope, joy, and balance in the face of life’s challenges.
She thought of another expanse of stone, El Malpais, the huge lava flow near Ramah. She remembered the old story she’d heard about how the lava was the petrified blood of a monster killed by the Hero Twins. She wondered why the twins, who killed so many monsters, had allowed certain monsters to survive, among them old age and death.
Chee knew many people who considered leetso a nayee, or another of the monsters that interfered with human life.
The relationship between uranium mining and the Navajo people was complicated and for the most part tragic, a story of cancer and miscarriage and desecration of the land and water.
There was no reason to ask for more bad news. Trouble already had his address.
They both assumed that the federal government was full of corruption from the top on down, so they’d really just be stealing from thieves.
She and Bernie had witnessed their mother’s steady decline for several years. Like the years it took for wood to become rock, or the gentle force of raindrops steadily eroding a mountainside, losing Mama was a slow, ongoing process.
Chee knew the arguments against fry bread. This was a food created in captivity and poverty, the nourishment of necessity that had become a traditional food for family gatherings and celebrations. Cooks made it from flour, baking powder, salt, lard, and nostalgia.
