Bihn Bag for the Win!: The Truck

November 14, 2018

One cherished tradition of Patti Digh’s LIAV Camp is the gift of Tom Bihn bags. Manufactured by hand in Seattle, WA, these bags are meant for humans on the go and stand up to rough and tumble.

2018’s bag is The Truck,  and is a traveling hit with me. An open design, the center section holds bulky items like jackets/hats/gloves and business sized folders. The sides hold water bottles & coffee mugs and/or small purse/wallet with passport plus journal. It “stows securely under the seat in front of you”, balances fairly well on a roller bag and has padded handles for when the airline makes Boarding Group 99 passengers gate check their bags.

I love this bag. Another #tombihn #PattiDigh and #LIAVCamp for the win!




Rosebud Land Returned

November 12, 2018

During the Great Depression, and after they lost the farm it was said my great grandfather went to the Rosebud Reservation to live. It was never clear to me why he would go, or why he would be welcomed there.

The Catholic Church, a fixture in every reservation to some degree, was there early to convert the first people. The stories are often brutal, fatal and carry generational impact. Growing up Catholic in the Dakota Territory, I have always known my story intersects with this history. Here is another piece of the puzzle.

Article Headline: Jesuits to Return 525 Acres of South Dakota Rosebud Reservation Land

Vote Today – Midterms 2018: Your Grandmother‘s Gift

November 10, 2018

Today is my grandmother’s birthday. Her 112th. Born in 1906, she turned 14 in 1920 when the 19th Amendment was ratified, giving women the right to vote. Let’s say that again: The. Right. To. Vote.

Coming of age in a small rural ND town, this cannot have happened without rancor. Why would a woman need to have a say when her husband could speak for her? How many were allowed to vote even after it was legal?

In 1927 my other grandmother hid her marriage (at age 30) because you could not teach school as a married woman. (This was 7 years after she and her sisters were able to vote.) It’s tiresome to imagine the reasons for that and it likely is useful. We are looking at a roll back of civil rights in the past 2 years; why should these be sacrosanct?

Our grandmothers carried the water for us and got us to this place of privilege. Strategy and solidarity are absolutely necessary in order to say, with eyes raised strong and true, we have not squandered these gifts. I owe it to them. I owe it to my daughters and my granddaughters, and all the ones who come after them.

This is a holy honor, to be able to walk into that voting place and cast my vote. And when I hear of voting offices that have been moved or shuttered, or people who have been removed from voter rolls or turned away at the polls, I rise up. While there is breath in my body I will stand for the right to take my place at the table, and for you to take yours. This is my country. Our country. And we are going to share.

On election night, 2018, 98 years after Women Got the Vote, I remain Determined and Hopeful.
Good night John Boys. Good night Mary Ellen. I’ll check the results in the morning.

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