This morning an emergency text from Bobby Tallchief told me the freezing line extended from Bowring to Ralston. I don’t have to worry about ...
After Covid-19, heavy smoke blanketing the West Coast from mega-forest fires was only one more thing in an unusual year.
My husband and I depend ...
I’ve been thinking about the distance between friends and family here and across the country. There are never good words to tell you a ...
This morning, fat bands of mist layer the fields on Puget Island. It’s late July, summer has turned toward fall and the beginning of ...
Sparked by George Floyd’s excruciating death by asphyxiation on the heels of Armaud Arberry’s execution in coastal Georgia, the United States is the ...
It’s May 31st, tomorrow is Osage Election Day, and I was going to write about the tension between Osages who live inside and ...
The Osage are a sovereign people, with land, shared culture and language and governance. The times we spend together, face to face during the dances ...
Last month, I wrote about learning to write Osage words via electronic media. We heard the Osage word for buzzard, and they’re back on ...
I’m studying Osage orthography. Last week in Wakonze Celena Noear’s orthography class we had a drill. Whenever I’m in Oklahoma, I take ...
January 1st was a mild day along the Columbia River where I live, with temperature in the 50s and sun breaks interspersed with gentle ...
