There is a legacy of violence against native women that has gotten worse and worse over time.

The length of sky is just about the size of my ignorance. Pure and wide.

How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.

We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.

I am at the bookstore a lot, but let my friends, the professional Birchbark Books staff, handle the day in and day out.

The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history.

Right and wrong were shades of meaning, not sides of a coin.