When Kent Haruf married my mother, I don’t think he had plans to attend any more Lamaze classes. He was 52, my mother was 52, and each had already raised children of their own. When they married in 1995, Kent was on his way to becoming a bestselling author, and I’m pretty sure childbirth was not on his agenda.
But 16 years later he made it part of his agenda, because when I found out at age 42 that I was pregnant for the first time, I was more than a little freaked out. And even though Kent had three daughters of his own that he loved dearly, Kent loved me too and wanted to make sure I was okay. Read more
On Nov. 29, members of the Cheyenne Nation gathered at the Sand Creek Massacre National Historic Site for a time of healing with private services on “The Hill.” The significance of The Hill is that this was where the brutal attack by 750 soldiers under the command of Col. John Chivington started. At the time, it was a peaceful encampment of Cheyenne and Arapaho, with promises that they would be safe on this vast expanse of windswept, dry prairie – void of trees except those in the riverbed. Read More
For centuries, nomadic Ute Indians had been camping, hunting and gathering food where they chose, but their needs and how they were met changed after the Mexican-American War. The changes were far-reaching.
The States had agents appointed by the U.S. President, and New Mexico Territory also would soon have agencies to get Indian affairs organized. In this system, agents had duties such as sending reports to superintendents of Indian Affairs, overseeing distribution of annuities and goods, appointing authorized traders, and coping with a stream of supplicants – both white and Indian – since many were unhappy because land and resources were being appropriated, often with violence involved. Read more
As the days reached their shortest, the week became a blur of Christmas cards, doctor appointments, school programs and visits to the post office – so many, in fact, that I joked I should pay rent for desk space there.
The doctor appointments in Pueblo were annual checkups for me and my son Harrison. Read more