Maybe it’s a senior-citizen thing. Maybe it’s because I’ve lost three neighbors in the last 14 months. Whatever it is, it’s my new mantra: use the good stuff in my day-to-day living. What am I saving it for? My life is more than half over. No one lives into their one hundred and twenties. I’ve… Continue reading Life is Short, Use the Pretty Bowl
Category: Navajo
Cleaning Day and Armoire Memories
I inherited some Navajo stuff from my mom. My uncle had married a Navajo professor he met while teaching at Shiprock College (now Dine College). They adopted a Native American baby when I was twenty-two. Then my cousin’s wife’s aunt started advertising her Navajo rugs on Facebook, and soon I had four of those, plus a… Continue reading Cleaning Day and Armoire Memories
The Navajo in the Room
My mother’s brother was a college professor at Shiprock College (now renamed Diné College) in New Mexico. He met and married my aunt Grace, a Navajo woman. This was exciting news in my all-white Iowa family. Uncle Jim was coming to town with his new bride. Uncle Jim was tall and slim, and had a… Continue reading The Navajo in the Room
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 