Orphans

Don’t Cry — They’re Brown Public Domain Photo From Pixabay

This Country Needs a More Adequate Mirror

When Mr. Cancer came calling a couple of years ago, it lit a fire under my intent to write about how an American Indian dropout becomes a professor. I set out in what I perceived to be a race with my own mortality to get it done, only to smack into the most difficult writing task I ever encountered in a lifetime of writing. I won the race, only to run into the most difficult publishing task I ever…