Solitude, Change & Identity It has occurred to me lately that I have been so immersed in a healing pattern of life that I've forgotten the tapping of my own voice... so with all good things, begins with storytelling. I spent a lot of time in my mid-20's thinking about my identity. Part of this was due to going to school in state universities in South Dakota, where I was keenly aware of my skin being brown every time I stepped into a classroom. That didn't bother me, due to my confidence in my skill set area of English. My love with words began with my great-grandfather's words to me as a young child, "Education is the key to beating the White man at his own game. Learn to speak English better than him." Great-grandmother Carrie Roubideaux-Bordeaux, after listening to me tell her every fact I could recite about dinosaurs when I was only 6 years old at her kitchen table, smiled at me, laughed lightly, and replied, "Indians knew that....
Native American author, fictional and academic. Thoughts, philosophies, and interpretations from a Native Lakota Sioux Woman's Perspective.