#notmyelders

My people were dirt poor. My grandfather lived in a little shack on the banks of the Maquoketa River, with his parents and eleven siblings. His mother helped deliver the babies in that little shantytown and helped their mothers keep them well, which is cool because three of my grandparents lived in that town. It’s possible I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her.

I have no idea where they fit a dozen kids in this house.

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Stephany Riley Hoffelt

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By day, I am a mild-mannered herbal educator and consultant. I “moonlight” as a feminist historian trying to decolonize anthropology. linktr.ee/stephanyhoffelt

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