Women Are Extremely Important Shapers Of My

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.

From Where We Stand The Rain Seems Random. If We Could Stand Somewhere Else, We Would See The Order In It.

Everything Is Connected. The Wing Of The Corn Beetle Affects The Direction Of The Wind, The Way The Sand Drifts, The Way The Light Reflects Into The Eye Of Man Beholding His Reality. All Is Part Of Totality, And In This Totality Man Finds His Hozro, His Way Of Walking In Harmony, With Beauty All Around Him.

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.

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.