My name is Claywoman, I am an enrolled member of the Confederated Salish and Kootanai Tribes of the Flathead Nation. I list this first because it defines who and what I am. It took me forty-nine years to discover who I am and I’m proud of that journey.I was adopted during a wave of assimilation of the Native American.
Indian women were encouraged to give up their children to ‘give them a better life.’ I was raised a rather rich and very spoiled child who attended private schools, vacationed in Canada every summer, and who’s family owned a rather large boat we used to more...
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Clouds are the Creator's Fingerprints
Herman the Hermit Crab & Friends
Short Stories ( View all 15 stories )
A Ghostly Tale...
A Ghostly Tale...Part II.
A Ghostly Tale...Part III..
A Ghostly Tale...Part IV...
A Ghostly Tale...Part V..
A Ghostly Tale...Part VI..
A Ghostly Tale...Part VII.
A Ghostly Tale...Part VIII..
Memories of Childbirth-Part Three: The Skiing Trip...
Memories of Childbirth…or How My Hair Started to Gray…
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A letter to the Editors of The Char-Koosta Newspaper
A Midwife’s Tale: The Life of Martha Ballard, Based on Her Diary, 1785-1812
Alcatraz: The Indian's First Stand
Barbarian Virtues: The United States Encounters Foreign People at Home and Abroad, 1876-1917
Carter G. Woodson: The Father of Black History
Crossing Over: A Mexican Family on the Migrant Trail
Maids, Butlers, and Malcolm X
My Country Tis of Thee...
Poetry ( View all 36 poems )
A Cold Summer's Day
At the Foot of the Mission Mountains
Do You Hear What I Hear...
Eve of Destruction
Good-Bye My Friend...
Have You Ever....
How Many Dead Are Enough?
How Proud I Am Of You...