I know, I know–there are places on earth where at some times of the year day is night and night is day. I shouldn’t complain about

  It was Ian Frazier’s Great Plains that taught me something about the Ghost Dance. I’d never heard of it before; but then, most white Americans haven’t.

And what about the one who stayed behind while the rest of the shepherds took off for town? They had to leave some poor soul

  War stories normally take on the motif of initiation because no one, thank goodness, is ever prepared for watching friends–buddies–die and die fitfully; war

First Snow (upper case) is supposed to fall from heavenly clouds that spill feathers. It’s supposed to descend as if Mother Nature, somewhere up above,