Student Blogger, Therese: Gratitude

Expressing gratitude is a sometimes daily, sometimes bi-weekly ritual I practice. I am mindful to do this, especially when I am feeling rant-rant-rant.

Rant-rant-rant is an expression of my developmentally- disabled- half- sister that she coined when she witnessed me feeling extremely stressed over challenges concerning getting her the care she needed. She calmly stated to me, “Therese, no rant-rant-rant.”

I admit, I feel more enthusiastic and in tune to being grateful when life is skippity-yippity-joy. My gratitude ritual is initiated when watching the sun is setting, which always inspires gratitude.

My favorite experiences and things make my heart smile and feel gratitude, and also inspire me to nurture and care for myself. They include my favorite orange- smart-wool-cushy socks; my red shawl; and watching the flame of fire in a candle, an open fire pit, the fire in a fireplace, or pretty much any flame, as long as it is not someone’s home burning. These things make me feel pretty serene.

My list of favorites continues: cold-crisp-lime-brine-cucumbers; the scent, knowingness and anticipation of a pot of soup cooking; pillows that I can hug; picking fresh tomatoes, wiping them clean with the cleanest part of my shirt, adding a dash of sea salt, then biting into them as juice rolls down my chin; logging onto Blackboard and seeing I received an A in the course I was climbing the walls over; getting a surprise e-mail or even better, a phone call, from one of my favorite friends from the south and enjoying listening to their accent; not getting a call from a telemarketer; lying in the sun and feeling the heat rays gently penetrating my skin; lying in the shade looking up at the branches of a tree as they sway in the wind; listening to the Native flute while someone else is playing it; and creating anything with my hands, but especially recycled jewelry.

My ritual of immersing myself in things that comfort me stems from my childhood. I have carried many traditions I created through the years, while I have released others. One thing I have released is drinking warm milk. Has anyone else had the experience of someone from the older generation suggesting that you drink warm milk if you awaken in the middle of the dark-cold night? It certainly did nothing to soothe my restlessness. I have come to the conclusion this resulted from a marketing campaign from the dairy association.

Gratitude on any given summer day includes seeing a gopher snake slither away from me in the garden; taking a walk  along the plateaus to keep my moving more goal; having the discipline to refrain from sugar, wheat, or dairy while I cleanse my body for five days (yes five, the first three days I was rant, rant, rant); watching the movie “Salmon Fishing in the Yemen” (It was sooo good…definitely worth dropping by the neighbors’ to watch on their mega-Blu-ray screen ma-jig); and talking to the stars in the sky (yes, talking to them.)

The awareness and peace of mind from simply being in a state of grace tops my list of gratitude.

What I realize is that emotions embodied during experiences are what create gratitude.

My gratitude list varies day to day, yet my favorites seem to remain somewhat constant.  I am grateful for my favorite experiences, such as listening to four roosters crowing in synchronicity.

Student Blogger, Therese: Friends-Angels Among Us

During my summer season I have created some heart-fluttering, wake-up-smiling, indefinable memories with my friends, some of which have been accompanied with acquaintances.

Friendship is among life’s sacred gifts.  I have a small circle of friends, with an outer expansive ring around it that includes acquaintances, akin to the ripple effect on a pool of water.

A friend and I were discussing this situation, which led me to ponder how I acquire fewer friends than acquaintances, and what defines each. While I was reflecting on this, an angel friend guided me to Wikipedia, which states, “[…part of the] role of angels includes protecting and guiding human beings.” I started wondering: in order to grace angels with the reverence of their service, is it respectful to create an innermost circle, then a ring of friends, around their circle?

More pondering commenced as I wondered what was special and unique about friends? I once heard someone say, “Friends are your chosen family.” I recall at the time quietly agreeing. In the dictionary, the definition of a friend includes: 1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard; 2. a person who gives assistance.

Angels and friends share roles of guiding and giving assistance. After all, isn’t it a friend or the angels you turn to when your heart is wide open to release sorrow, pain, joy, bliss, anger, confusion, self-doubt, or any and everything you know you won’t be judged for? But it is our friends that are present through moments when you need them to hand you a Kleenex while you mumble and hiccup through tears and to sharing your happiness during life’s many exciting moments, accomplishments, and rite of passages.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t usually call on my angel friends to tell them I just got accepted to travel to Venus, since I figure this is past news to them by the time I have received the news myself. I usually include angel friends in my gratitude prayer for assisting me with manifesting miracles, sometimes along with a mundane request (to which they understandably respond to by ignoring me). At their convenience, they blast me with the wise message that it is my will and not their role to provide me with what I am capable of choosing and doing for myself!

This kind of honesty is what we seek from a good friend; one who will remind us of our strengths and also let us know when we are doing something that is foolish.

I have never given much thought or consideration to my friendships based on “…attachment by feelings of affection or personal regard.” But this definition of friendship certainly rings a bell, otherwise how could you ever develop a bond? I have also never thought of being emotionally attached to my angel friends until now, but I certainly am. Angels are my life lines. I confess more vulnerable emotions to them than my friends. On another note, there are some things I would shrink over if I were to voice them to the angels.

Time is not always a factor in determining whether or not someone is admitted to my circle of friends. I can know someone for many moons and consider them merely an acquaintance. With others I have formed a magnetic connection of friendship before the sun has set. Friends and acquaintances come into our lives and pass with the seasons. Sometimes several seasons pass and friendships spring up like weeds and are continuous.

It seems friends are in our hearts and memories, always and forever, like angels among us. Now I’m feeling inspired to call on a friend to create a magic moment with! Thank you angels for bringing me the gift of friends!

 

Student Blogger, Amber: Don’t Get Too Close

For the past month or so, I kept hearing rumors about bears walking around on the beach within city limits and by houses in town. I haven’t actually seen them myself, but I believed them because it’s not uncommon for wildlife to sometimes pop into town out of nowhere. We do live by the ocean and have fish racks lining the beach near town, so anything is possible when it comes to hungry bears in the summer. Just last week, someone mentioned that they saw a grizzly bear at the playground at 4 am. I don’t know what it was doing there of all places. Maybe it wanted to play: swing a little, or climb on the monkey bars!

A few days later, my aunt said a bear passed by her house in the middle of the night. Her fish rack, filled with dried, smoked salmon, is all the reason a bear needs to visit.

I never worry about bears, even though I live four miles out of town (the only place we have trees in Unalakleet). People say that bears are in the area all the time and they have broken into a few cabins in my area. That doesn’t faze me because I think the more a person worries about bears breaking in, the more it may actually happen. I have lived in my house for two years now and have not had one issue with the bears or any other animals, for that matter. I guess I’m an animal repellent. I wish I could say the same about mosquitoes.

Yesterday after work I got a call from my boss saying that a small grizzly was killed on the beach after chasing some young boys who had been fishing. Immediately I picked up my son and took him to see the dead bear. I didn’t tell him where we were going at first, so that I could surprise him. Neither of us had seen a grizzly bear in our lives, so I thought it would be a great experience.

There were a handful of kids standing around the bear. My son walked out of the car and asked, “Mom, what are those kids looking at?”

I said, “We will find out if we walk down the beach and look ourselves.” So we walked on and approached the newly dead grizzly.

Keane didn’t go close, since he didn’t know what to make of it. He wouldn’t step closer than six feet from it. I told him to stand by the bear so I could take his picture. He did, but noticed the bear’s eye was slightly open. You could tell he was wondering if the bear really was dead. I snapped a picture quickly while Keane was cooperative. Our first encounter with a grizzly was one I’m sure neither of us will ever forget!

Therese:The Summer Colors and Flavors of Indigenous Culture

A plethora of indigenous peoples and traditionally utilitarian and aesthetically captivating objects provokes inspiration for artists and is full of rainbow colors illuminating in the radiating summer sun.

André Gide said, “Art is collaboration between [creator] and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.” Creating art is my main focus on my earth walk at this time. I certainly feel amazed and ponder “Who created this?” when I finish a piece of art that is beyond what I felt capable of on my own.

Inspiration can come from international folkway festivals, a gathering to feast, dance, and celebrate goodness! Festivals are bountiful in summer. Recently I was basking in unison with other indigenous people while they were displaying their talent in the form of baskets, jewelry, textiles, pottery, clothing, and many other artistic wares. As I was observing the many different pieces of art they had created, I noticed the art represented was carried on through many lineages, served as a decoration, and provided a use which is reflective of indigenous art.

I personally prefer art that is multi-artistic, as in something I can experience an altered state from viewing, using to decorate myself, or carry fresh picked garden vegetables.  Perhaps this is why I have an enormous collection of shiny things and textile art.

Admiring the unique patterns of baskets, which always amplify my spirit, I noticed the similarities of different cultures, including the North American peoples. Designs that convey nature, animals, or geometric symbols were common.

Aside from being magnetically drawn to basketry and multi-faceted designs of jewelry, I was mostly drawn to the art pieces that had vibrant colors. Bright orange, purple, green, yellow and red were the motifs of many of the countries represented. This recognition led me to thinking how patterns, and color combined with a design encompass beauty. Perhaps that is why adorning shiny things and the must-have piece of clothing create a feeling of invincibility.

I reflected on the significance of the international art marketplace created by artists who had traveled across oceans to be a part of this event.  I was told by an artist from Africa that the sales of his art would feed his village for a year.  Imagine that!  “Feed a village, buy more art!” is my idea for a bumper sticker. Perhaps this could also be a useful for economic recovery. In my opinion, that option would be more enjoyable than repaving roads.

Rounding out the festival was international music, which makes my feet, heart, and smile!  Dancing is another form of prayer, especially when in tune to the rhythm of a drum, a string instrument, a wind instrument, any utensil tapping on a surface, and the voice of an angel. Even if you don’t consider yourself to be musically talented, anyone can create music by beating your dinner fork against a glass. Go ahead, give it a ting! Even without lyrics or dancing, music is a media that can invoke soul-stirring emotions.

When I rise in the morning, I often hear a bird choir which inspires me to tune in and meditate to my own heart song. Sometimes I ask the birds for a spiritual message or interpret what prayer their chirps mean. Usually when I discover a feather gifted by one of them, I think of the beauty and what artistic use it may be put to.

All of the music and dancing at this particular festival made me hungry. Spicy meats grilled over an open fire topped with cool, creamy sauces, crisp veggies, and a frozen sweet- and sour-coconut- pineapple drink gave my taste buds a reason to dance.

Indigenous people know that color, shapes, art, music, prayer, delicious and nutritious food, topped off by your favorite people, can be experienced anywhere and anytime, and at a festival it is shared amongst many cultures.

 

 

Amber: My Reason for College

I got my bachelor of arts degree in elementary education on May 6, 2012 at the University of Alaska Anchorage. It’s definitely been an eye-opening experience. I want to earn my master’s degree!

I’ve been going to school off and on for eight years now. It may be another four years before I get my master’s degree in education! My gram laughs and says, “You’re going to be an old lady by the time you finish school and start working!” I just laugh along with her.

In high school I had no plans to go on to college until my senior year when I figured life would hit me in the face and I had to take responsibility of my own self. I couldn’t imagine myself living at my grandma’s house at 40 years of age. I couldn’t be like my uncles who depend on her still.

I have the ambition and drive to do something great. I know that God has big plans for me. Sometimes I get confused and have to question my purpose in life. I figure since I live in the village, being a guidance counselor at school could be my purpose. There are so many youth that just stick around the village and choose to do nothing with their lives. They stay home at their parents’ or grandparents’ house playing video games or getting into mischief. I really don’t like seeing them waste their youth and opportunity to be great at something.

I think that everything happens for a reason. I would not be the same person if my parents did not split up when I was a young teen. If they were still together, I would not have moved to my grandma’s. If I did not move to my grandma’s, I would not have gone to Mt. Edgecumbe High School. If I had not gone to Mt. Edgecumbe, I wouldn’t have gone off to college. If I had not gone to college, I would accept a low-wage, dead-end job. I wouldn’t have aspirations or value hard work. I would not be the independent individual I am today. My parents have been separated for 13 years now and I have definitely grown since then.

Now that I have two children of my own, I try my best to set a good example for them. My older son, Keane, always asks me if I am going to work or if I’m in my class. He always knows when I’m not working I’m in my online class. He will be starting kindergarten this fall and I know he will do great. When he first went to school at three-years of age, he walked into the classroom with a big smile and you could tell he was really excited to be with his classmates and teacher. I’m really glad that he loves school. It’s a good feeling knowing that your child enjoys learning and seeks more knowledge outside of school.

My two boys are all the reason for me to continue with my education. I’d like to give them everything that I never had growing up. I think an education is the greatest gift anyone can receive. If I can pass on that message to my own children as well as the children in my village, then my purpose will have been fulfilled.

My sons, Keane and Brian are growing up faster than I can keep up with.

 

 

Student Blogger, Therese: Come on, Get Happy

The title is a song that has been skipping in my memory since I realized my feelings trumped my view: specifically the view of a barren, arid, desert landscape I passed through from a happy place to a place I have been in, pondering my emotions.

My get happy state was created while I was floating on the rather calm rapids with a gal pal on the Rio Grand River. We were in a discarded Coleman raft patched with fluorescent orange duct tape with a hand pump (I was certain it would be essential,) non-chemical sunscreen, and jolly spirits because we were going to cool off and experience a respite from the scorching sun.

The water level was low and slow. Our floating adventure began with being wedged onto an unseen object in the murky water that held our raft still!  Our floating follies were amplified when one of the oars became loose from the joint due to a stripped thinga- ma –jig (Thinga-ma-jigs are anything and everything that cannot be identified as a tool or object).

Paddling with a faulty thinga-ma-gig kept us in place. With squeals delight, we settled into STILLNESS, as in our raft was staying in place while the gentle river waves continued to flow past us. The effect was a 3D-stop motion picture screen, only without the aid of technology.

What could be more comical than enjoying a still life float trip with willow trees dancing on the river banks, rays of sunlight amplifying our deLIGHT? The adventure continued with many more laughs and the decision to not use the only remaining paddle, with the intention that we would go with the flow of the water and see what we would experience. This became known as the stop-motion river Oracle.  An Oracle is when the spirits relay teachings, blessings, or guidance through an object… was the Oracle the river or the stillness or both?

It was a morning filled with wonder and provocation. After using the hand pump to inflate the raft a few times, our adventure came to an end when jagged rocks appeared on the nature screen.

As I was driving home after the trip, I looked across the arid land and exclaimed to my gal pal, “This is sooooo beautiful!” Her response to me was a reminder of my earlier sentiments of how the landscape was sooo barren.  What I realized in that moment is that I felt happy, therefore I was conveying the sentiment which transformed the arid desert into beauty!

Since my River Oracle trip, I have been reflecting about how I feel affects my views, thoughts, and overall disposition.  It seems quite simple: if I want to have a different experience, I engage in some activity that invokes joy, laughter, giggles, peace, comfort, serenity, self-awareness, or any emotion I choose to create.  These activities may include sitting in still water while in a raft, eating watermelon and then rinsing with the garden hose, dancing in the rain, stepping in a mud puddle barefoot, or letting a dog lick your face-or not. Whatever makes your heart smile!  Come on, get happy!

Sharing Stories through Imagery: Pathways to Improving Early Childhood Education in Native Communities

Four tribal colleges who are grantees in the Kellogg Wakanyeja “Sacred Little Ones” Early Childhood Education Initiative met last week in Boulder, Colorado.

The teams came from across North America, including Ilisagvik College, Barrow, Alaska; College of Menominee Nation (CMN), Keshena, Wisconsin, Northwest Indian College (NWIC), Bellingham, Washington; and Southwestern Indian Polytechnic Institute (SIPI), Albuquerque, New, Mexico. Team members shared and reflected on the first year of accomplishments establishing early childhood initiatives. In addition, the meeting provided new opportunities for team learning and inquiry. This year’s theme focused the teams on ways to share project stories, drawing upon a systematic collection of information to demonstrate impact.

Many participants serve in various roles in their jobs, including program specialists, language and culture specialists, teaching professionals, parents, artists, and scholars.  They are adept at pressing data and collaborating to improve the life, education, and opportunities for Native children.

The convening blended art, traditional Native family values and Native education working together to express their commitment to early childhood development using carefully collected and analyzed information.

Attendees participated in a video workshop and learned skills for audio, photo, video, and other visual media storytelling. This introduction into advanced multimedia tools combined with learning how others are using the technology should produce truly impactful integration of photo and video in the participants’ data collection and project sharing across a diverse audience beyond each tribal college.

They also spent a morning on Colorado trails with guided tours to hone their senses, connect them to their surroundings, and prepare them for reflection on their goals, visions, and dreams for themselves and their children.


The participants collaborated in a print-making workshop with renowned Navajo artist, Melanie A. Yazzie, associate professor of art at the University of Colorado at Boulder. The screen prints of forced ink on paper brought forth stories of inspiration and life lessons. The final prints will be compiled into nine portfolios and sent to traveling to museum exhibits around the world, including Dubai, Australia, New Zealand, tribal communities, the American Indian College Fund in Denver, and one set will be held in the permanent collection at CU Boulder for further study by CU students and local, regional, and national artists.

The cohort participants dispersed back across the continent to Alaska, Wisconsin, New Mexico and Washington to answer the questions generated during their time in Colorado.  They will go back to continue collecting data and analyzing their findings so that they can disseminate lessons learned  to other tribal colleges ultimately creating a culturally relevant process for addressing modern changes in early childhood education among Native communities.

See more of the prints created during the workshop on flickr.com http://www.flickr.com//photos/collegefund/sets/72157630766912412/show/

 

Blog and photos by Jaime Aguilar/Media Specialist for the American Indian College Fund

Student Blogger Amber: Summer Fishing

Amber holding a type of fish she caught known as “silvers.”

My hometown, Unalakleet, is an Inupiaq village located in the Norton Sound region of Alaska. We get a great deal of wind in our area because Unalakleet is located right on the coast: the Bering Sea. The town consists of about 750 people year-round. Most residents are of Inupiat Eskimo descent. The non-Natives that reside in Unalakleet are mostly teachers. In the summer, we get quite a few tourists visiting for the sports fishing opportunities that our river provides.

Fishing is one of my favorite pastimes in the summer. I’m not talking about sports fishing. I’m talking subsistence! Because the village of Unalakleet is surrounded by water; the Bering Sea to the west and the Unalakleet River to the east, we partake in subsistence activities year-round.

I love our Alaskan salmon! We do a whole lot of fishing in the summer so that we can harvest for the long winter months to come.

If you are lucky on your fishing trip up the river, you will not only come home with dinner, you will also come with pictures of wildlife and awesome sunsets. Some of the animals that live in our area are caribou, moose, brown bears, foxes, lynx, musk ox, snowshoe hares, and ermine.

Strips of salmon hang to dry in Amber’s home town.

Most of the salmon that my family catches in the summer is filleted and hung on a fish rack to dry. On rainy days, a small fire is made so the fish can dry well. The fish take about a week to dry on a fish rack when the weather is good (no rain). Many Alaskan Native people like to smoke their fish in smokehouses as well. When they do that, they take the fillets of salmon and slice them into thin strips and hang them for a few days in the smokehouse to get a nice smoky flavor to them. I believe the type of wood used in the smokehouse makes a difference in the taste of the strips.

Many people who are not Alaska Native grimace at the idea of eating dried fish. It actually tastes a bit like jerky. We usually soak the fish in salt water for a few minutes prior to hanging and smoking them. You may also sprinkle a bit of garlic pepper or other spices on the fish for extra flavoring.

If you like canned fish, you take the strips out of the smokehouse after just one day of smoking and flavor the half-dried fish with whatever you like, then pressure cook them for a couple hours. When it comes to putting food away for the winter, you will not regret making a few dozen cans of fish. You can eat canned fish straight out of the jar or spread a few pieces on Sailor Boy crackers.

Of course, we love baked and fried salmon as well. That’s a given. In storing salmon for later use, we vacuum pack several fillets of salmon and freeze them. I really enjoy baking silver salmon topped with barbeque sauce and onion slices. Some people prefer to top the fillets with seasoning salt, pepper, onions, and mayonnaise. Either way, you get a delicious meal and plenty of omega-3 fatty acids, protein, and other vitamins and minerals.

We value subsistence in rural Alaska because the cost of living here is extremely high. We have two stores in our town: Alaska Commercial Company, and the gas station, which carries very little groceries. At either store you can expect to pay more than $10 just for a gallon of milk. If you want steak, you will be paying an arm and a leg to feed your family one meal. This is why subsistence is so valued. We can go out on our own land and hunt a caribou or moose and have meat that will last for months without paying a high price. People are really good about sharing their catch with one another as well. This is how we were taught from our ancestors. Our values and traditional ways of life continue to live on within us.

 

 

Student Blogger Therese: Summer Pastimes

We all have our favorite activities and pastimes that magnify the summer season.  Among the most common are reading novels while swinging in a hammock under a shade tree, watching the sun dance with the  branches, sippin’  on an ice- cold- fresh- squeezed big gulp size tumbler of lemonade, jumping out of a tire swing into our favorite swimming hole, and letting our sweat drenched hair form their own string.

A southern pal of mine from the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina once shared with me her favorite childhood summer memory.  Her mama would announce the day of their weekly shopping trip into town, where they would always buy a watermelon, for as long as the watermelon spirits were in sync with the sunny season.

This recreational activity required dressing in their best, eating lunch at the local diner, drinking a mandatory six glasses of sweet tea there, and visiting with the entire county in the frozen food section of the local Piggly-Wiggly grocery store.

It was well into late afternoon before the trip was complete.  On the drive home, over a bumpy, dusty, road, my friend and her sister would cool themselves down by hanging out the window. Anticipation mounted, and they would be as excited as if Santa were about to visit, because shopping day was the day of the performance of the watermelon celebration!

Upon arriving home, after unpacking the bags of groceries from their car, my friend and her sister would catapult up the stairs into their room and change into their matching pink polka-dot swimsuits.  Meanwhile, her mama was down in the kitchen, slicing the watermelon.  Their happy watermelon dance was set into motion as they bit into the ripe fruit, with juice dripping down their arms, on their bellies, in their ears…you get the idea.

After the watermelon rind appeared entirely white, they would turn on the water spigot, squealing in delight as they went slipping and sliding across the lawn as they sprayed water from the hose at one another, her mama included!

Although I never shared my friend’s experience as a child, I have initiated this ritual as one of my favorite summertime pastimes. One of the most wonderful qualities we can initiate is our will. Mike Dooley once said, “Thoughts affect our actions; think happy ones.”  So I recommend putting on your teeny weeny swimsuit (with a t-shirt cover, if you aren’t as tone as you used to be…) and invoking the child spirit within you to will your own experience of a watermelon celebration. It will be a happy dance you will feel from your toes to your tongue!

This delightful summer ritual is amplified if it is a Sandia Watermelon! As I lay my head on my pillow each night just before entering dream time, I often reflect on what brought me joy that day and tune in to my heart to see what other joyful activities I may weave into my life.

Native Students Travel to D.C. for Forum about Minority Health Issues

From left to right are United Health scholars D’Ayn DeGroat, Justine Correa, Karen King, Sheridan Cowboy, Gwendolyn Wagner at the nation’s capitol.

Last week I accompanied five American Indian College Fund Scholars to the United Health Foundation’s Annual Diverse Scholars Forum in Washington, D.C. These students have been supported by the United Health Foundation with scholarships to pursue degrees ranging from physical therapy and exercise science to nursing and health occupations. The annual forum brings diverse students together from across the country to hear speakers, discuss topics, share experiences, and motivate them for their future careers in healthcare. The health disparities surrounding American Indian and other minority communities across the country can be overwhelming and discouraging. But thankfully, there are future American Indian leaders who are ready and willing to tackle these issues and are already beginning to improve their communities by thinking about ways to ignite change while juggling final exams, completing lab work, driving hundreds of miles to attend classes, taking care of their own families, and navigating the unsteady and often challenging path of college.

Despite the disheartening facts and issues pertaining to health disparities in American Indian communities, two things proved to be the constant key to transforming health for reservation communities: education and prevention.

Our students had education or prevention ideas in mind to help tackle problems on the reservation. When discussing obesity and diabetes that affect American Indian communities, the students volunteered ideas for community movement programs and free nutrition classes, while also addressing the complex reasons for these health issues, such as the historical role for obesity and diabetes in American Indian communities, including the loss of traditional foods and ways of cooking that were more healthful. Nearly all of the student representatives brought up the problem of how healthy food is expensive and far less accessible than cheaper and more convenient food that are less healthy choices. These are national issues that make my head spin, yet these college students are addressing them and working through possible solutions!

I listened to discussions about mental health issues, suicide rates, and teen pregnancy in Native communities.  Again, students are thinking about ways to tackle these challenges step by step. They discussed educating community elders about the reality of these issues and requesting their thought and input. They hope to reach a point where young tribal members seek advice from elders in the traditional way while also discussing difficult and non-traditional issues to create ideas and get communications flowing.

Students discussed how open communication and education in homes and schools in communities can prevent drug use, pregnancy, unprotected sex, and sexually transmitted diseases.

These are tough, complex and important issues to both American Indian and minority communities across the country. Thanks to the United Health Foundation Diverse Scholars Forum, amazing young people from these communities are not only working towards their degrees; they are coming up with solutions for complex health disparities while focusing on positive change for their communities for a bright and healthy future ahead!

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