Pope Francis—Jorge Mario Bergoglio—is 76 years old. He is the first pope from Latin America, the first Jesuit pope, and the first pope of our time not born in Europe.
The labeling vogue of past generations was often to term both traditional and religious groups in Indian country as offbeat, sometimes as renegades, and possibly as outcasts within tribal communities.
This is the time of year when people in the Northeast become excited about the return of warmer weather and longer daylight hours. The robins and the geese are returning from their winter get-away vacation spots down south.
The recent arrest of Wayland Gray, a Muscogee (Creek) Nation citizen, has set off a firestorm of criticism against the Poarch Band of Creek Indians.
There are some things we have not very often thought about or reflected upon because we have lacked the vocabulary necessary to name and think about those things.
Why care about who heads a fantasy world of wealthy child molesters?
For an Indian, Barry seems to need very little sleep. He works nights, even on weekends. During the day, he seems to practically live at Walmart, which has earned him the nickname Walmart Barry.
International Science Times reports that a Harvard Medical School professor, George Church, has reconstructed Neanderthal DNA and is looking for "an ad
Christmas for Native Americans started when the Europeans came over to Turtle Island. They taught the Indian about Christianity and St. Nicholas.
I’ve been to pow wows before, but this one was different.
When Pope Benedict XVI canonizes Kateri Tekawitha (1656-1680) this month, she will be declared the Catholic Church’s first American Indian saint. What is the historical context of her beatification?
This letter was originally published in Indian Country Today on August 11, 1993.
Editors Note: The signatories to this letter hope to present it to Pope John Paul II during his time in Denver this week.
His Holiness, Pope John Paul II,
Let me make it clear: I don’t write to denounce present-day Catholicism or the Christian faith.
Well, folks, Mitt the Mormon has locked the GOP presidential candidacy, and for the first time in 10 years I’m giving serious consideration to spending the morning of Nov. 6 at the beach or bar or breakfast table—anywhere but that vile voting booth.