Monthly Archives: August 2015

Trickster

Posted on August 28, 2015 by Cynthia (Istá Thó Thó) Coleman Emery

Don’t forget your glasses After attending a recent university business meeting, one member of the group—a graduate student—came over and said I perked up the meeting. She meant it in a nice way. Your face lights up and I can … Continue reading →

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Is there a horn in your purse?

Posted on August 27, 2015 by Cynthia (Istá Thó Thó) Coleman Emery

Is this your bag, lady? I was searching through my purse for a strip of paper to wrap around my chewed gum and found my bicycle horn buried at the bottom. Who else carries around a bike horn? When I … Continue reading →

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Critters that watch over us

Posted on August 14, 2015 by Cynthia (Istá Thó Thó) Coleman Emery

Bee Keeper You can take the ski lift to the top of Mount Washington in the summer-time on Vancouver Island. A quick trip aboard a jump-seat places you at 5200 feet (1590 meters) and presto: you can see 360-degrees in … Continue reading →

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Forget science: return the bones

Posted on August 10, 2015 by Cynthia (Istá Thó Thó) Coleman Emery

Science, Blood & Bones One of my many Lakota uncles, John, casually referred to himself as mixed-blood. John grew up around Pine Ridge and Mission, South Dakota, and went to school with the Deloria clan. “I gave Vine a bloody … Continue reading →

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When the rivers already had names

Posted on August 2, 2015 by Cynthia (Istá Thó Thó) Coleman Emery

I’m leaving British Columbia hungry. Hungry for more information about the indigenous people who have occupied the region longer than anyone recorded on paper. This week, we heard one creation story illustrated through wood carvings at the museum at Campbell … Continue reading →

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