To be of mixed blood is a great gift for a writer. I have one foot on tribal lands and one foot in middle-class life.

Hunger steals the memory

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

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

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

Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position.

Freedom, I found is not only in the running but in the heart, the mind, the hands.