But despite the fact that Reardan is a tiny town, people can still be strangers to each other. I've learned that white people, especially fathers, are good at hiding in plain sight.

My grandmother's last act on earth was a call for forgiveness, love, and tolerance.

No matter what else happened between my tribe and me, I would always love them for giving me peace on the day of my grandmother's funeral.

We lost our native land, we lost our languages, we lost our songs and dances. We lost each other. We only know how to lose and be lost.

“I used to think the world was broken down by tribes,” I said. “By black and white. By Indian and white. But I know that isn't true. The world is only broken into two tribes: The people who are assholes and the people who are not.”