A Rarámuri Family's Flight from Drought and the Drug Trade
Luis received the first coins he had ever held. “Keep these safe,” the man said. “You’ll need them.”
Give thanks even when you find the smallest gift. Give thanks even when you find a stalk with only a bulb at the end. Remember: Sometimes promises take time to reach us. Remember: All our lives are in the hands of Onorúame, who gives us blessings but also takes them away.
la tierra que Onorúame nos dió a los Rarámuris.
Between 2010-2014, Victoria Blanco collected the oral histories of Rarámuri families living in Chihuahua City, Mexico. She is completing a nonfiction book based on the oral histories and her field research. Her research and writing have been supported by Fulbright, fellowships from the University of Minnesota, Coffee House Press In-the-Stacks, the Minnesota State Arts Board, and the Loft Mentor Series. She received her MFA from the University of Minnesota. She is a Mexican-American writer from El Paso, Texas. She lives in Minneapolis with her husband and two sons.
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