Sometimes, life on the Rez is difficult and not very easy. There is nothing to do and a lack of opportunities. There are drugs and binge drinking and social fightings that go on. But it's not all bad things because there is family here, there is a rich spirituality here.

On a deeper level, you can feel the sadness and remorsefulness of a hundred years of slain people, and the wraiths leak up through the very trees and plants themselves, and our people become lost. Most youth here cannot see beyond the moment, or think beyond the day.

Well I thought I'd try this blog thing out on here. First of all, I gotta say that I learned a lot more than I ever thought I would in DC ~ it was all pretty awesome. So... if you didn't know, though I live in S. Dak now, I grew up in Cali... and I was like, the token Indian that whole time. Always felt so great to be at a Pow Wow and be around my other natives ~ because chances are they were like me... the token Indians on their blocks, lol. Some of them were, now that I think of it... not a whole lot grew up like me... then I moved here... and only my cousins loved me, lmao! They didn't care or hold it against me that I was a damn "city Indian" ~ they never called me an apple... it didn't matter that a wasn't a frickin' full blood or didn't know all the retarded party people who lived here. My cousins didn't get mad because I wouldn't drink with them and they thought it was cool I wanted to go to school and take care of my parents. Most of them anyways. I never complained about the others either... never was in my nature... I was always thought I was better than that... I knew who I was.