Grief and Healing at the Medicine Wheel

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Red was Donna’s color. It suited her dark hair, and when we acquired the Oldsmobile convertible from the muscle car years she always wanted, I got it painted bright red and the interior done in red velour. It had red fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror and a sound system that would tenderize meat.

She wrote in a red journal, her personal telephone was red, and her favorite attire around…

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Enrolled Cherokee, 9th grade dropout, retired judge, associate professor emeritus, and (so far) cancer survivor. Memoir: Lighting the Fire (Miniver Press 2020)

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Enrolled Cherokee, 9th grade dropout, retired judge, associate professor emeritus, and (so far) cancer survivor. Memoir: Lighting the Fire (Miniver Press 2020)

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