'We often go from childlike tenderness to being told to grow up and become useful citizens, and that comes with a cost.' - Kaitlin B Curtice preaching Middle Church

When we kill off our emotions, we trade holy curiosity for numbness. I lived that—but resurrection is possible.

Encampments are not only zones of demands & refusals, but also processes of communing, making decisions together, enacting solidarity as a verb, embodying autonomous & collective liberation. They are themselves zones of imagination, of connection, of prefiguring life & new worlds

We lost our dog Sam in 2021. He'd been with us for about 15 years. And when I started writing my children's series, I decided to put Sam in the books to honor his beautiful life. I can't wait for you to see him in Summer's Magic!

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I just preordered 'Our Own Terms: Indigenous Histories of School Funding and Policy' by the BRILLIANT Meredith McCoy, which documents how Indigenous families and educators creatively subvert and repurpose settler schooling to support Indigenous futures! 🔥nebraskapress.unl.edu/nebraska/97814…

Sometimes we need to take a break, pause a moment, write some poetry, and process ideas of kinship, care, and belonging. Join me on Thursday night as we dive into the communal realm, a few tickets left!

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I think a lot about what my family didn't talk about growing up--healing, the beautiful parts of being Potawatomi, our stories--the trauma was just too much. Trauma silences.

That's why I'm so grateful to be a storyteller. Healing happens in stories.

On Spirit Rangers third and final season.
#SpiritRangers

Them: I love curry!

Us: Which one?

Them: Chicken Tikka Masala.

Us: What now?

Do you love signed copies of your favorite books and supporting local bookstores? I'm so excited to let you know that you can order a personalized, signed copy of SUMMER'S MAGIC! I love, love, love signing books, and can't wait to send these to you!
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Being a writer isn’t a quiet afternoon with a vintage typewriter. It’s blood, sweat, tears, doubt, therapy sessions, long walks, anger, joy. It takes planning and doing shit you don’t want to do.

It’s embodied in every way.