I Feel Like A Carton Of Eggs

Last September 16th, I Was Walking In Downtown Seattle When This Pick-up Truck Pulls Up In Front Of Me. Guy Leans Out The Window And Yells, "go Back To Your Own Country," And I Was Laughing So Hard Because It Wasn't So Much A Hate Crime As A Crime Of Irony.

One Play Can Change Your Momentum Forever.

I Felt So Conflicted About Having Fled The Rez As A Kid That I Created A Whole Literary Career That Left Me There.

Books And Beer Are The Best And Worst Defense.

Nervous Means You Want To Play. Scared Means You Don't Want To Play.