Choosing to Forgive
When I was 6-weeks old, my mother left my father and moved to Minneapolis. She remarried a non-Indian German man named Mike, who loved me very much. I was raised calling this man Dad and knowing no other. They had …
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Aaka’s
The TV was always on at Aaka’s, from the moment she first awoke in the morning and her plastic-bottomed Isotoner slippers swished past my room, to the late evening when she again shuffled the unusually long hallway back to her …
Racism
The very first time I experienced a racist incident was when I was in the seventh grade. It was the end of the summer when my family and I moved to this small town called Cando. I just couldn’t wait …