[More than half of the white women who voted in the presidential election cast their ballot for Donald J. Trump, according to exit poll data collected by The New York Times.]
This is dedicated to the brave white people taking a stand on Facebook against Trump and sharing various Standing Rock articles. You could have been on the front line, in the marches, putting money where your mouth is, but you had the foresight to know real change happens on the Internet.
Hey America, Well, it’s been fun. We’ve had a good run. But we’re done now. No hard feelings, it’s just not working out. It’s not you, it’s me, okay? Well, actually it is you, but whatevs. If it’s cool with you I’d like to drop by your place when you’re at work tomorrow so I can get my stuff.
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
Trust me, I’m a poet.
I have all of the words.
I have the best words.
Have you been thinking about dressing up as Pocahontas, your favorite Disney princess, but feel like it wouldn’t be socially acceptable? Boy howdy, do I feel you, that’s rough.
I know there are many of you who read the wonderful words at Indian Country Today Media Network who are non-Native. I thought it would be helpful for you to have a reference for some of the inside remarks that are sometimes made.
I have watched with interest as the brouhaha over the Washingon Redskins team name as it spilled over from our nation’s capital to the deepest backwaters of Red and Blue America. And I admit to being puzzled.
I remember my first week at Dartmouth College. It was after a week-long bus ride from California. Dartmouth, the Ivies, the East Coast, College in general, they are all worlds away from the reality of the California Rez (American Indian Reservation).
There are bad decisions and then there are choices that cause you to scratch your head in confusion.
I almost received a new Indian name. It was when Sara and I went to our third Denny's restaurant in three states on the same day. I had been craving Belgian waffles for a week.
Okay, this is it. I’ve had it, this is the last straw!
Yet again, People magazine snubbed me as its Sexiest Man Alive.
I never planned to be a failed journalist or a hack writer. Seriously, in my youth, I had big plans that included wealth, women and worldwide fame.
Now I’d settle for a Twinkie and a Diet Coke.
One of my favorite things to do each month – besides taking a shower – is to read the Crime Waves section of The Four Corners Free Press in Cortez, Colorado.
They represent the drama, comedy and tragedy of real life.