"...When we heal our land, we are healed also." (p193) - Cherie Dimaline

(about writing short stories) It leaves so much room for the reader to come in and take an active role. A great collection of short stories is like walking through a brilliant exhibit. It changes you, but you have to be open to the change.

She’d collected the dreams like bright beads on a string of nights that wound around her each day, every day until this one. (p173)

We go to the schools and they leach the dreams from where our ancestors hid them, in the honeycombs of slushy marrow buried in our bones. And us? Well, we join our ancestors, hoping we left enough dreams behind for the next generation to stumble across. (p90)