Sally is Lac du Flambeau Ojibwa, Bear Clan. The last time I met with her, on the Keweenaw Bay Ojibwa Community College campus, she was a reflection of peace, an Anishinaabe sky.
I had six children. First one, him boy. Next one, she girl. Then, girl. Then, girl. Again.
A cool night in San Cristobal de las Casas. A walk in search of a place to eat. Looking ahead, I saw lights, then the activity on the zocalo.
They told stories walking up from jungles and dead-dry deserts into the great dense of Europe, deciduous green, earth beaten by unknown animals. No doubt, when the night cooled or the forest stretched into a plainless horizon, the oldest spoke of desert stars,