Family photographs reveal generations of wannabe cowboys in my family. I have to admit my little brother Mark was an exception, as for many years this blue eyed blond wished to be a Native American. My grandmother assured him we… Read More ›
Native American
Native Americans, and Parental Failure
I used to live in Wisconsin, which is a beautiful and friendly state. I was pregnant with my second child, and my friend, also pregnant with her second, made plans with me to visit the local Native American Museum. Sadly,… Read More ›
Two Different Girls 