As a Native leader, his advocacy contributed to hallmarks not just for his own tribe but for others throughout the wide expanse of Indian Country.
Yesterday was a milestone for me. Not a day of sadness as much as a day of reflection. January 12, 2015, was the fifth anniversary of my father's death.
She stood her ground. She never left Daddy's side. She did not flinch. She was Mother Courage.
This Father's Day is a little different. It has taken on a new importance. This year, I'm a dad. And I'm oddly excited about it.
I do the "Park and Ride" thing, meaning I park my car at my daughter's high school visitor parking lot in the morning when I drop her off, and I catch the bus the rest of the way to work.
Discontent of the rural poor in the global south and the hunger of almost a billion humans fill the tinder box of revolution. Great corporations control both land and agricultural production. Dispossession and desperation follow; so do profits.