21. Denny’s mom telling us a story in Selfridge- “And then he said, ‘Mom, am I going to be the only Indian in my class again?’” We all start laughing, Denny just shakes his head and continues combing his son’s hair. (In middle school watching Loveline on MTV with my friends, the guest, Poe, wearing a tight t-shirt that says, “Mommy, What’s a Sex Pistol?”) Continue reading
32. I’m at the park with this Winnebago college student I met when she was the lone Native student in an Indian Studies class I talked to (I always tell people, “I talk about what it’s like to be an Indian living in the modern world.”). We’re on this dock, looking out over the mostly thawed lake. “Do you think I should jump in?” she asks. Continue reading
41. Twenty-three, stepping off to the side in the back at the grocery store where I work, lifting up my shirt, pulling off the Band-Aid to show my big half-dollar sized piercing scar to my biker boss. Continue reading
53. “America is the land of uncried tears.” Continue reading
66. Other kids in my first grade class slapping their open mouths on the playground and making Indian sounds like they learned from the movies; looking at me, laughing, and running away. Continue reading
