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Twenty-six years, I've lived in this house in Seattle, longer than I've lived in any other house. Twenty-eight years, I've been married to this Hidatsa Indian woman. She was born of cranberry and wild rice. I was born of salmon. Together, we create a good dinner—hahaha! And, today, I realized that she and I, reservation kids gone urban, have turned our home into a three- story rez. Yes, after we spend our outside hours in the white world, we come home to the rez that we, Indian wife & husband, have created— where the ceremonies are private and don't need to be translated.
Wonderful...thinking today on Thanksgiving of meeting the woman who would venture with me from Tacoma to Albuquerque, who would buy a crack house now called ‘Bunnytown’ (38 years ago) and...renovate a church and call it the AirDance ArtSpace (21 years) , and a whole life for me before leaving Jacksonville, Florida (30 years), and now opening arms with me to what is next.
The essence of home and marriage 💜