The day’s heat had worn off by the time my husband was heading back to the barracks, and my bare legs were covered in goose bumps. We stood a few yards away from the tan buildings, where Drill Sergeants had perched themselves on cement steps, surveying the swarms of soldiers kicking up the South Carolina dust as they scrambled to make their 7:45 pm curfew. After two and ... [Continue Reading]
Traveling Native
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“You folks Americans?” As a traveler, I have lied answering this question, but that isn’t what gave me pause. Nor was it the novelty of traveling in my home country. The thing was that Leroy—hat, flannel shirt in spite of the red desert heat, swagger, braid down his back—was Diné, a Navajo, a real Indian cowboy, so I took a second to process before I ... [Continue Reading]