People forget the good, because the bad has more punch.

...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?

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

But then as time passed, I learned the lesson that parents do early on. You fail sometimes. No matter how much you love your children, there are times you slip. There are moments you can't give, stutter, lose your temper, or simply lose face with the world, and you can't explain this to a child.

You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. Its invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.

Our tribe unraveled like a coarse rope, frayed at either end as the old and new among us were taken.

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