I’m not sure Russell Means ever knew my name, even though I once strolled (quaking in my boots) into his hospital room in search of an interview. He did deign to answer a
Category: Nonfiction
Jane Wiegand Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
Mailing lists are funny things. Once an error is introduced, it’s next to impossible to get it out. My sister and I have lived in this Arlington apartment for eight years. We get the
What’s in a Name? Sometimes, Stupidity.
“Pygmy Darts” was the worst, though it made no sense. “Smelanie” was next, because I didn’t. A friend some time ago suggested I write on derogatory names, things like “redneck” and
Have You Seen My…
When I was young, I lost mittens and gloves constantly, which is not a good thing when you grow up in South Dakota and have to walk twenty miles, one way, through the snow, to school. (OK, so it was more like half a mile, but we did have to come home for lunch, so