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

We have a huge struggle for our sense of what a democracy is. We're not living in reality when we think we have some sort of democracy. We're really on the edge. We have two presidents who lost the popular vote but won the election. This is not working.

I want to remember what bullshit looks like when weapons of mass destruction are diagrammed out and whacko "intelligence" is delivered in an ominous way to strike fear into people and especially to pull on the idealism and zeal of the young.

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

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.

To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.