“What are you wearing?” I asked.
“What?” he responded. He surveyed his chest. “This?” He then gripped a thin gold chain on his neck.
“No. Your hat, man,” I said. “What does it mean?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing,” he responded. “It just matched my shoes.”
The visions of my father, Isaac Curley Sr., come and go with each passing month and season. My father was born on March 25, 1922 and raised on the Navajo reservation. His home was a hogan, the family subsisted upon livestock, no modern conveniences and news was gathered only by word of mouth.
Lindy Waters (Kiowa/Cherokee) was a former stand out collegiate basketball player, but you won’t hear him talk too much about that. Today his life is consumed as a father of four, administrator at the University of Oklahoma, and Indian community advocate.
One bright summer afternoon in 2001 my 7 year-old son and I were standing on an overlook taking in the awesome and powerful beauty of the Lower Yellowstone Falls located in the Yellowstone National Park.
It was long ago at a place not too far from Winona Trading Post along the Turquoise Trail where you came across a muddy wash that each Spring roared to life with the rain and it washed over the land so fast it raced down to a place where it cut through the rocks and flowed and they called this pl
Moore, Oklahoma is the community where my wife and her siblings would ride their dirt bikes for miles during their upbringing. It was the place her brother would play high school football and she would run track. A place their family has so many fond memories and stories of.
Memorial Day, once called Decoration Day, is meant as a day to remember all those who have died while in military service. This Memorial Day I think it important that you remember the day from a military mind. It is not about you or your vacation.
Mitakuyapi, Cante waste napeciyuzapi.
“Take only what you need and use everything you take,” my dad would say as we hunted game in the woods or walked the riverbank casting a line. He explained that our way has always been to be careful custodians of the gifts bestowed by the Creator.
We publish opinions to help people think about things and to help them understand issues that pop up in our lives.
A Métis friend of mine has recently been seen on the Game Show Network as part of the cast of the reality show, Family Trade. He is not the star, but his media appearances contrast with the humble beginnings of his own family, who until relatively recently, lived off the land itself.
Early in my marriage, my husband was a vegetarian who didn’t eat eggs. It’s not that he had any moral quandaries against them, he just didn’t like them.
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.