Indigenous Mother Has Become Indigemama!
So I haven't updated this blog in a few years. I kind of knew that would happen. Shifts, changes, turns and surprises have happened in my life that brought me to this moment- updating an old blog that I still get emailed for from women like me.
Gratitude to the ancestors for opening doors for me, walking with me, and keeping me inspired through rocky moments.
If you'd like to visit me, I'll be at MY NEW WEBSITE, acting a-fool, telling my truth, and walking my walk.
Hope to see you, friends!
http://indigemama.com/
Tandem breastfeeding, infant pottying, holistic healing, baby wearing, natural childbirth & parenting, healthy partnership, grassroots organizing, native wombynhood, honoring our history, ancestors and relations.
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