The Essays In The Great Taos Bank

Thoughts, And Words That Spring From Them, Bend The Individual's Reality. To Speak Of Death Is To Invite It. To Think Of Sorrow Is To Produce It.

Having Grown Up In Oklahoma When It Was One Of The Last States Which Prohibited Liquor, I Grew Up With War On Drugs, Where Every Teenager Knew Who The Bootleggers Were

I Know What I Write About Seems Exotic To A Lot Of People, But Not For Me. I Pulled Up To An Old Trading Post And Saw A Few Elderly Navajos Sitting On A Bench. I Felt Right At Home.

I Always Have One Or Two, Sometimes More, Navajo Or Other Tribes' Cultural Elements In Mind When I Start A Plot. In Thief Of Time, I Wanted To Make Readers Aware Of Navajo Attitude Toward The Dead, Respect For Burial Sites.

I Am 82 Years Old. I Imagine That I Will Keep On Writing As Long As Anyone Wants To Keep Reading.