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While we lived on the rez my father attended law school in Kingston, about an hour and a half away. He hated the rez and would usually stay in Kingston all week long and come home on the weekends. I got into trouble one day when I was eleven years old: I missed the bus…

My car, which isn’t my car, really, since I don’t have a car but instead have a truck that I don’t have because I sold it but in my heart I’m still a truck driving guy and the car is my wife’s car but it’s the only vehicle we have now that we sold the…

Oh hi. Remember me? I used to write here in this blog. Sometimes I was funny. Mostly not. Sometimes I’d write posts that were all serious. Mostly not. Sometimes I’d write sweet posts that were calculatedly designed to get all of my mom readers to cyber-throw their cyber-mom-jeans at me up on my cyber-stage. And…