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I woke up a few nights ago with a feeling I should be writing this. I've been urged to do so by several people especially by my close friend, Terry Porter, a former rock drummer who now has his own record label and is a film agent. I realized it was the whole story not just the last few years. If you are thinking about elective suicide, what gives you the right? You may ask why I would say this. Well, here's my story. I was conceived in August 1955. My mother had five...
After Andrew, a 20 year-old New York University student ended his life by suicide, some of his student friends wanted to hold a vigil in his memory at the library. Their request was denied by university officials who did not want to bring attention to a student suicide. When his mother learned of that decision, she became upset with the university saying: "They wanted to sweep Andrew's death under the rug. A student wanted to have a vigil at the library where it happened so...
When World War One erupted in 1914 launching the first great European war of the 20th century, soldiers on both sides were assured they would be home by Christmas to celebrate victory. That prediction proved to be false. The men on the fronts did not get home for Christmas as the war dragged on for four years. During that time 8,500,000 men were killed, with hundreds of thousands more dying from injuries. The "war to end all wars" took a horrific human toll and transformed...
There is a sound, the Creator's sound, written long ago, but bound. The Creator's design and image breathed into each one, to sing... to drum... to dance... to pray... to speak... to worship...across the land. A sound of love and peace and harmony, of diversity and unity. A sound, to bless the Father... His sons and daughters. There is a sound, a song, a beat, a step, a prayer, a word... waiting to be unbound. Listen ears, hear the call. Rise up choir, join the nations Sing,...
As raindrops slither down our kitchen window this December morning, I remember another rainy morning in December of last year. It was after breakfast that Grandma and I were going shopping for a Christmas present for Momma but I knew Grandma wasn't feeling well because her asthma was bothering her. "Grandma," I said finishing my bannock, "we don't have to go shopping today if you don't feel up to it." Grandma gave me a "pretend" indignant look and reached for her inhaler. She...
Otakuye Conroy-Ben (Oglala Sioux) is the oldest of five children born to Vina and Arlo Conroy, and is originally from Porcupine, South Dakota. Located in Shannon County, the third poorest county in the United States. It is where Dr. Conroy-Ben lived for the first five years of her life in a small one-room house that had electricity but no indoor plumbing. Her Lakota name, Titakuye Ota Win (Many Relatives Woman) was given her by her grandmother. Because her parents were among...
Have you ever been in debt? Maybe you’re in debt now. I can remember my first financial loan I received to pay for two years of post secondary education. “The huge debt was always on my mind, as I longed to be free of it. Ten years later, after much hard work my load was “paid off.” The burden of debt can be very stressful to bear! People in the world work hard to pay off homes, cars and all sort of things, seeking the ultimate goal of being debt free, ideally with a lofty s...
I grew up on the Wind River Reservation in Wyoming, not because I am Arapahoe or Shoshone (I am actually part Ponca), but because our doctor in Denver told my parents that my brother needed to live on a farm. Mom had several cousins living there so that is where we went. I am not sure of the doctor’s wisdom; my mother went from a house in Denver with all of its amenities to a house in Wyoming with no running water. I appreciate my childhood; I met wonderful friends, but as I l...
Christmas stirs up so many memories. Hopefully most of the memories are of happy times with loved ones and may our hearts be touched by the message of the birth of Jesus. I’ve had some wonderful Christmases and I’ve had some that weren’t very merry. When I was newly married, my husband and I lived on a little farm in Oklahoma. It had been a hard year and almost everything that could possibly go wrong did go wrong. My husband lost his job in November and he was cutting fire...
