Letters

I often turn to my children when facing life’s vexing moments. So I did just that.

It is time to expose the general public to what is happening at our local chapter house.

For some people, we do not know which name to use anymore — Navajo, Diné, Na’beho, Jaan (slang for poor). And outsiders call us Navajo, a name that some reject as meaning “thief.”

This month I lost my matriarch. She was my best friend, she was my light.

Nez energy strategies inconsistent across states