Personal History

May 10, 2015
Terese Marie Mailhot

I used to be the rez chick, pushing a bundled baby down a gravel road with a stick to ward off dogs. I used to be the rez chick dropping off my baby at subsidized daycare to study for my GED.

April 26, 2015
Terese Marie Mailhot

There was another funeral on the rez last week. This time it was my cousin, Sonny Bobb. This is the fifth death this year, and it's only April. I'm tired of death, and there's no respite.

March 31, 2015
Dennis G. Chappabitty

I engaged in a pitched, life-and-death, brutal, bloody battle with four racist young white men on a lonely dark rural road in Creek County, Oklahoma in 1971. I was a 22-year-old college student and a citizen of the Comanche Nation of Oklahoma.

March 30, 2015
Patricia Paul

What does it take to succeed in life when everyone, in your formative years, abandoned you? It takes determination, smarts and a bit of luck. My life began in January 1954 to a military father and an Inupiaq mother.

January 15, 2015
Chip Livingston

Back in 1998 when I was last spending a solid chunk of time at my mom’s in Molino, Florida, I drove 26 miles north to the Poarch Band of Creek Indians tribal offices near Atmore, Alabama to see if I could volunteer in some capacity while I was home. 

January 12, 2015
Steve Russell

Buying a car will always be a big deal to me.

January 07, 2015
Ray Cook

New Year’s at ICTMN finds me at home, shuttling between the computer, the woodpile outside, the kitchen where I hope to sautee some mushrooms soon, and the enticing couch with its open invitation to me to enjoy a brief afternoon snooze.

December 26, 2014
Dave Courchene

Boozhoo, Aniin! Denay Makinitook!

Welcome, My Relatives, to the Centre, the heart of Turtle Island, the sacred place of Manito Api. Today we come forward to share a gift from the Original People.

December 01, 2014
Simon Moya-Smith

“What are you writing?” the man at the bar asked me.

“A piece on Turkey’s president who recently said Muslims – not Columbus – discovered America.”

“Well …. did they?”

“Of course not!” I blurted. “And neither did the Jews.”

“So it was Columbus, then. …”

November 25, 2014
Mark Rogers

I haven't participated in Thanksgiving for many years now. It is hard to celebrate the holiday when you know that it was created to commemorate the massacre of Indian people.

November 15, 2014
Mike Taylor

I live and sleep in the mountains. Been living this way for a year now, so I guess that technically makes me homeless. I know an Indian who was similarly homeless, but she got a PhD and now does research at MIT. So there's always hope for Indians in my situation.

October 26, 2014
Gregg Deal

This morning as I sit in front of my eggs, corn beef hash and yerba mate, I am thinking about my next step.

October 21, 2014
Mark Rogers

I have been spending less time with my writing as of late as I have been prepping for a second round with the Veteran's Administration.

October 17, 2014
Crystal Willcuts

Sometimes bravery is the smallest of things, a grain of sand lying under a mountain of regret. This, I felt as I watched my mother die. Exactly two years before the moment she left this world, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. It started with a pain in her breast that wouldn’t go away.