He Wanted The Songs, The Stories, To

I Grew Up In A Storytelling Culture, A Tribal Culture, But Also In An American Storytelling Culture.

I Remember When People Used To Think I Was Smart. I Remember When People Used To Think My Brain Was Useful. Damaged By Water, Sure. And Ready To Seizure At Any Moment. But Still Useful, And Maybe Even A Little Bit Beautiful And Sacred And Magical.

If A Parent Doesn't Want His/her Child To Read A Book Then There Is Always An Alternative Text To Read. But The Book Banners Want To Control What Every Child Reads.

In A Real-world Way, My Gifts Are Very Limited In Terms Of What I Can Do.

Estranged From The Tribe That Gives No Protection, What Happens To The Soul That Hates Its Reflection?