Impact of an Education in Indian Country

My life started like other kids growing up on an Indian Reservation. We were below the poverty line and my parents struggled with paying bills and keeping the lights on at home. We lived 20 miles outside the nearest town, on a small ranch on the Blackfeet Reservation. During the harsh Montana winter, our electric bill exceeded $120 a month,…

Remembering In a World of Forgetting

A mass grave stretches thirty feet across the center of Wounded Knee cemetery. Bones of the elderly, women, and children mowed down attempting to flee U.S. calvary gunfire rest there. Those bones forever render December 29, 1890, an infamous day. I look at that trench, knowing it’s one of the biggest blood stains of injustice on the cloth of American…

Man the World Forgot

My uncle was a man fallen through the cracks of society. He was every story of self-obliteration you ever heard, a man whose potential was overwhelmed by alcohol. He crashed in the gutter— never quite pulled himself free. Those who knew him in his youth say he had a sharp mind. They say he was a basketball whiz. No reason…

The Blaspheme of Joshua

I can catch the last ride on the number 5 shuttle out of Hollywood. I’ll sit in the back of the bus, so I can watch the panoramic images of Los Angeles at night drift by like dream, like before it was demystified by something as ordinary as a stroll, when a spotlight was special, and not the output of…

Fast Shoes

It began like this. I was a sheltered child due to various reasons and empathy of the highest regard. You see, I am the only son of my father and I have one full-blooded sibling. There were two of us boys, but my older brother passed away before I was born. Maybe had he not died, my life would have…

What I Deserve

I sat at the edge of my cot, staring blankly out of the tiny, reinforced window that lay just feet away. Without a thought, I began to pick and scratch at the layers of scabs and bandages that wound their way up my left arm. So little harm had been done ­­to my body, yet I still sat in that…

Intersections on the Journey to Higher Learning

Contemplate what an intersection is, or what meaning it may hold, in relation to your journey as a passenger, driver, or pedestrian. Interactions at these points hold a deeper significance. Intersections are defined as crossroads, the act or fact of paths crossing each other. We meet at these crossings in one form or another, and at each one we commonly…

Smoke Signals

From miles away you can see the smoke, billowing up into the clear sky. It is a clean white smoke, like a cloud forming in the sky. The wind is calm, and it is just another ordinary day. I pull up to the house where the smoke is coming from, and I observe the activity going on outside of the…

A Collection for My Mother and Father

Madre La que lleva el nombre mias dulce y da resplandor al mismo Que vivas muchos anos no hay nadie que puede reemplazar a mi querida Madre. Framed in gold is an old inscription for my great grandmother in the living room of the Miranda house in Roswell, NM. My grandma-grandma died, but it still hangs in the very same…

The Blanket

As I look back in my life, I think of my adopted parents. They have both passed on now. I suppose that is why I contemplate the past. Don and Zola brought me home to 1715 Yale Avenue in Butte, Montana when I was nine months old. I had a wonderful home life. I can still hear the voices of…