Dear President Trump,
Every Tuesday now, I gather with my boys (so far) at a local coffee shop to write you these letters. I write to you because I want you to know my story.
I write you these letters in hopes that one day my boys will feel empowered to write letters to whoever the president is when they are adults.
I write to you as an indigenous woman because my people’s voices matter.
I write to you as a Christian because I believe God cares for the immigrant, the native, the muslim, the homeless teenager, the LGBT person, the African American spending years in a for-profit prison.
I write to you every week to remind you of your humanity, to remind you that every voice matters, not just yours or the others like it.
I write because I care for this country.
So do not forget that we are here.
Do not forget our voices, even if they differ from yours.
That difference is what makes America Great.
With Watching Eyes & Steady Hand,