I’m going to share with you some things that have been kept quiet in my family for many years. It starts with my first memory. My first memory is of my dad beating my mom. It’s a sad memory and I’ve rarely told it to many people. I can still see my mom, in desperation, … Read moreTranscending My First Memory
I was extremely lucky to have had a great undergraduate thesis advisor. She allowed me to pursue my passion in indigenous studies. I got an A on my project, and, when I graduated, she gave me a gift. I drink a lot of tea and coffee. Luckily, she gave me a beautiful cup.