“We were free and naïve enough to believe we could navigate the terrain of men’s hunger and their hands unscathed.”
“Migraine is deceptive pain. It lies when it begins, and it lies about what it signifies. It signifies nothing.”
I needed those moments of tangible Native-ness, because I was never sure if I was Native enough.
It gives us license to try and pinpoint the moment our lives crashed and burned, when everything could have been different.
What if my son, the boy who has puzzled everyone, has helped to save my life?
He attempted to have sex with me, and I managed to stop him by saying I had a tampon in, my period blood a greater deterrence than my protest.
His bluegrass band at the gravesite? Check. No embalming? Check.
“I feel like I’m hyperventilating. I can’t stop crying and I can’t breathe. I’m afraid I’m going to drown on dry land.”
I have been afraid most days of my life, which is what anxiety is, and the months of this pregnancy have been the most anxious of my life.
“Blind and print-handicapped readers do not have the luxury of deciding whether they will go old-school and deny the digital age.”
“Does cursing beget being cursed? Had I brashly yielded a power unchecked, unaware of the consequences?”
“Manson’s magical proximity to massacres of gun violence is, we know, not magical. His practice is prismatic, his lyrics a sieve.”