Learning to Pray

Learning to Pray

Logan Butler

Logan Butler

Raging Horse Storm

Raging Horse Storm

Through Autistic Eyes

Through Autistic Eyes

Just Dessert

On the way into town, spring tumbles across your face through the open windows of the turquoise Ford pickup. Mom sits beside Dad conquering the two lane, beer gut tucked under the wheel gripped precisely at 10 and 2 o’clock. Behind you, the window frames a gun rack sporting a .30-30 lever action rifle and a 12 gauge shotgun. Fences…


The Horse Named Worthless

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story that my husband told our children when they were younger. I always thought it was a great story, and each time he told it to them I think they walked away with a sense of understanding and knowledge that made them appreciate patience. A long time ago, a young Dakhóta boy from Cannon…


2017 Introduction by Santee Frazier

“So while the Progressives allow the noble savage to be the guardian of the wilds and on occasion the conscience of ecological responsibility, the end result of their view for Indians is the same as its counterpart view of American Indians as howling denizens of a terrifying wilderness.” –Paula Gunn Allen “It is our awareness of the spirit of a…


My “Cool” Mom

I had a cool mom growing up. I don’t mean cool like she let me have ice cream for breakfast or let me have slumber parties on school nights. For me, cool is more of a cover-up which I don’t have to explain to others. They normally don’t ask me to, they just laugh it off because they only know…


Chief Sitting Bull

<em>Chief Sitting Bull</em>

Changed My Perspective

Being Navajo was just my ethnicity, nothing more, until I had finished a semester at Diné College. I knew some words of the language, my clans, the Navajo wedding basket, weaving, and traditional attire, but I did not know the significant meanings or teachings behind them. It was the classes I took that changed my perspective on who I was,…